But you have been good to me, and I must tell you--about myself--about him." He found no answer.

He left no word with MacDonald.

Until they stood on the grassy knoll, with the lakelet shimmering in the sunlight below them, Joanne herself did not speak again.

Then, with a little gesture, she said: "Perhaps you think what is down there is dreadful to me.

It isn't.