Her eyes were still red with weeping, her hair partly dishevelled, when Ben found her--but she did not seem to care.

Nor was she frightened--nor eager.

She just lifted her cheek from Mammy Henny's caressing hand--pushed back the hair from her face with a movement as if she was trying to collect her thoughts, and without rising from her knees heard Ben's message to the end.

Then she answered calmly: "Did you say Mr.Harry Rutter, Ben?
Tell him I'll be down in a moment." She entered with that same graceful movement which he loved so well--her head up, her face turned frankly toward him, one hand extended in welcome.
"Uncle George told me you were back, Harry.

It was very good of you to come," and sank on the sofa.
It had been but a few steps to him--the space between the open door and the hearth rug on which he stood--and it had taken her but a few seconds to cross it, but in that brief interval the heavens had opened above her.