So they let Blantyre into the game, did they ?" he asked almost musingly; then, as if recalling what she had said, he added: "Do you mind telling me exactly what is your interest in Blantyre ?" She looked at him straight in the eyes.

For a face naturally so full of humour, hers was strangely dark with stormy feeling now.
"Yes, I will tell you as much as I can--enough for you to understand," she answered.
He drew up a chair to the fire, and she sat down.

He nodded at her encouragingly.

Presently she spoke.
"Well, at twenty-one I was studying hard, and he was painting--" "Blantyre ?" She inclined her head.

"He was full of dreams--beautiful, I thought them; and he was ambitious.