It was a vow between us." "Yes! Yes!" she cried, breathlessly, "but sometimes, Hector--sometimes--" "Miss Muircarrie does not feel it--" "Please say 'Ysobel'!" I broke in.

"Please do." He went on as quietly as if he had not even paused: "Ysobel told me the first night we met that it seemed as if she could not believe in it." "It never seems real to me at all," I said.

"Perhaps that is because I can never forget what Jean told me about my mother lying still upon her bed, and listening to some one calling her." (I had told them Jean's story a few days before.) "I knew it was my father; Jean knew, too." "How did you know ?" Mrs.MacNairn's voice was almost a whisper.
"I could not tell you that.

I never asked myself HOW it was.

But I KNEW.
We both KNEW.