I made a sudden effort to come back.

I ceased rubbing my forehead and dropped my hand, sitting upright.
"I must ask Angus and Jean to tell me about her," I said.

"Of course, they must have known.

I wonder why I never thought of asking questions before." It was a strange look I met when I involuntarily turned toward him--such an absorbed, strange, tender look! I knew he sat quite late in the library that night, talking to Angus after his mother and I went to our rooms.

Just as I was falling asleep I remember there floated through my mind a vague recollection of what Angus had said to me of asking his advice about something; and I wondered if he would reach the subject in their talk, or if they would spend all their time in poring over manuscripts and books together.
The moor wore its most mysterious look when I got up in the early morning.