The self-restraint of her New England mother was upon her then.

Burr Gordon, betrothed to Dorothy Fair, loving her not, yet still noble enough and kind enough to have perilled his life to save hers, should know nothing of the greater sacrifice she was making for him.
"You are going to marry--Lot ?" "Yes." "Oh, my God!" Burr Gordon stood a moment looking at the girl sewing the breadths of shining silk.

Then he went over to the settle and sat down there and bent over, leaning his head on his hands.

He knew no more at that moment of Madelon's mind than an utter stranger.
It well might be, he thought, that she no longer cared for him.

It was not long since she had seemed to, but women, he had always heard, were fickle, and he had so treated her that it might have turned any woman's heart cold.