Still this is one of those things that Time hides from us and only reveals at his own pleasure; and, so far as Jess was concerned, his pleasure was not yet.

Outwardly, however, she showed no sign of her distress and of the passion which was eating at her heart.

She was pale and silent, it is true, but then she had always been remarkable for her pallor and silence.

Only she gave up her singing.
So the weeks passed very drearily for the poor girl, who was doing what other people did--eating and drinking, riding, and going to parties like the rest of the Pretoria world, till at last she began to think that she had better be returning home again, lest she should wear out her welcome.

And yet she dreaded to do so, mindful of her daily prayer to be delivered from temptation.