A thought had flashed into his mind which he considered unworthy, for this girl beside him was little likely to dwell upon the face of a renegade peer, whose living among them was a constant reminder of his father's apostasy.

She was too fine, dwelt in such high spheres, that he could not think of her being touched by the glittering adventures of this daring young member of Parliament, whose book of travels had been published, only to herald his understood determination to have office in the Government, not in due time, but in his own time.
What could there be in common between the sophisticated Eglington and this sweet, primitively wholesome Quaker girl?
Faith read what was passing in his mind.

She flushed--slowly flushed until her face--and eyes were one soft glow, then she laid a hand upon his arm and said: "Davy, I feel the truth about him--no more.

Nothing of him is for thee or me.

His ways are not our ways." She paused, and then said solemnly: "He hath a devil.