David had acknowledged before them all that he had played the flute secretly for years! That he should have played it was nothing; that she should not have shared his secret, and so shared his culpability before them all, was a wound which would take long to heal.
She laid her hand upon his shoulder suddenly with a nervous little motion.
"And the will of God thee shall do to His honour, though thee is outcast to-day....

But, Davy, the music-thee kept it from me." He looked up at her steadily; he read what was in her mind.
"I hid it so, because I would not have thy conscience troubled.

Thee would go far to smother it for me; and I was not so ungrateful to thee.
I did it for good to thee." A smile passed across her lips.

Never was woman so grateful, never wound so quickly healed.

She shook her head sadly at him, and stilling the proud throbbing of her heart, she said: "But thee played so well, Davy!" He got up and turned his head away, lest he should laugh outright.