Suddenly, as if moved by another spirit than her own, she stepped into the circle and whirled away into the mazes of the ancient style of the Highland Fling, such as is mastered by comparatively few even of the Highland folk.

With wonderful grace and supple strength she passed from figure to figure and from step to step, responding to the wild mad music as to a master spirit.
In the midst of the dance Mandy made her way out of the house and round to the window where Smith stood gazing in upon the dancer.

She quietly approached him from behind and for a few moments stood at his side.

He was breathing heavily like a man in pain.
"What is it, Mr.Smith ?" she said, touching him gently on the shoulder.
He sprang from her touch as from a stab and darted back from the crowd about the window.
"What is it, Mr.Smith ?" she said again, following him.

"You are not well.