Once or twice I've stopped until evening, but you don't belong to the dusk." "Then where do I belong ?" "To the sunrise, when the earth is fresh and the day is getting bright.
Promise is your sign; fulfilment hasn't come." Helen colored, and as she turned her head it struck her as portentous that she glanced towards the saffron streak that glimmered in the West.
When she looked back, however, her face was calm.
"Ah!" she said, "I wonder how and where the fulfilment will come! Sometimes I think of it and feel afraid; my life has been so smooth." "You won't flinch if you have to bear some strain." Helen gave him her hand.

"Well, you must go now.

I will expect you to-morrow." She stood looking towards the fading light for some time after his figure melted into the shadows on the drive.

Her heart beat and she felt a thrill, for she admitted that the man had power to move her.

As yet she would not ask herself how far his power went, but she knew the question must be answered soon.