A figure in scarlet and black came to the window, and stood there looking down upon us.

The lady riding with me straightened herself and raised her weary head.

"The next time we go to the forest, Ralph," she said in a clear, high voice, "thou 'lt show me a certain tree," and she broke into silvery laughter.

She laughed until we had left behind the guest house and the figure in the upper window, and then the laughter changed to something like a sob.

If there were pain and anger in her heart, pain and anger were in mine also.