Even in that one syllable something of the quality of her thrilling voice vibrated for an instant.

They walked a few steps farther in silence.
"I am not exactly in retreat," she said presently, either because she felt that it would be almost rude to say nothing, or because she wished her position to be clearly understood.

"I am waiting here for some one who is to come for me." "It is a very quiet place to rest in," said Unorna.

"I am fond of it." "You often come here, perhaps." "Not now," answered Unorna.

"But I was here for a long time when I was very young." By a common instinct, as they fell into conversation, they began to walk more slowly, side by side.
"Indeed," said Beatrice, with a slight increase of interest.