For a moment she fancied she had been mistaken in his identity, and a pang of disappointment troubled her; but as he moved a chair for Maud, she saw on the one ungloved hand a little scar which she remembered well, for he received it in saving her from a dangerous fall.

At the sight all the happy past rose before her, and if her telltale eyes had not been averted they would have betrayed her.

A sudden flush of maidenly shame dyed her cheek as she remembered that last ride, and the childish confidences then interchanged.

This Helen was the little sweetheart whose picture he wore, and now, in spite of all obstacles, he had won both fortune and ladylove.

The sound of his voice recalled her thoughts, and glancing up she met the deep eyes fixed on her with the same steady look they used to wear.