"And you,--you do not love Thelma ?" he murmured.
Lorimer started, but controlled himself instantly.

His frank English eyes met the feverishly brilliant ones fixed so appealingly upon him.
"Certainly not!" he said calmly, with a serene smile.

"What makes you think of such a thing?
Quite wrong, Sigurd,--the spirits have made a mistake again! Come along,--let us join the others." But Sigurd would not accompany him.

He sprang away like a frightened animal, in haste, and abruptly plunging into the depths of a wood that bordered on Olaf Gueldmar's grounds, was soon lost to sight.

Lorimer looked after him in a little perplexity.
"I wonder if he ever gets dangerous ?" he thought.