That night and in this Indian garden, it seemed to him that his faith was proven and made good.

With the sense of failure heavy upon his soul, he yet found here a woman whose trust was not diminished by any failure, who still looked to him with confidence and drew comfort and strength from his presence, even as he did from hers.

Alone in the drawing-room she had been afraid; outside here in the garden she had no fear, and no room in her mind for any thought of fear.
"When you spoke about your window to-night, Violet," he said gently, "although I was alarmed for you, although I was troubled that you should have cause for alarm--" "I saw that," said Violet with a smile.
"Yet I never spoke." "Your eyes, your face spoke.

Oh, my dear, I watch you," and she drew in a breath.

"I am a little afraid of you." She did not laugh.