"His mouth was like iron," she whispered, "but his face was so white in the sunshine.

Poor fellow--poor fellow," in quite a caressing tone.

"But you will be safe with me--even Alick shall not know.

I wonder if he guesses anything; he only said yesterday that Mr.Herrick was different somehow.

Ah, Elizabeth," she went on, pacing the terrace restlessly, "even wise women like you and me make mistakes sometimes.