At length, however, he seemed to have realised that she now possessed the average intelligence of a young woman.
He had never repeated those strange words he had uttered when, on the night of the ball at Connachan, he returned in secret to the castle and beckoned her out upon the lawn.

He had, indeed, never referred to his curious action.

Sometimes she wondered, so changed was his manner, whether he had actually forgotten the incident altogether.

He had showed himself in his true colours that night.

Whatever suspicions she had previously held were corroborated in that stroll across the lawn in the dark shadow.