Had horse or shaft-point struck her ever so, she would have hardly been more tremulous than she felt at this moment.

Never had she hoped to see him again.

He had set his all upon one cast--loved, wooed, and lost her sister.

Why should he ever come again?
What was there at Fellside worth coming for?
And then she remembered what her grandmother thought of him.

He was a hanger-on, a sponge, a led captain.