_You_ know that, Aunt Janet, who come of a race of warriors, and who have special sight behind or through the black curtain.
Honestly, I am in no whit afraid of the Blue Mountaineers, nor have I a doubt of them.

I love them already for their splendid qualities, and I am prepared to love them for themselves.

I feel, too, that they will love me (and incidentally they are sure to love you).

I have a sort of undercurrent of thought that there is something in their minds concerning me--something not painful, but disturbing; something that has a base in the past; something that has hope in it and possible pride, and not a little respect.

As yet they can have had no opportunity of forming such impression from seeing me or from any thing I have done.