"Come, Diamond, we'll go home." The word slipped from her unawares, but the moment she had uttered it she remembered, and a warm flush mounted in her cheeks.

Was it really home to her--that abode in the wilderness to which Burke Ranger had brought her?
Had she come already to regard it as she had once regarded that dear home of her childhood from which she had been so cruelly ousted?
The thought of the old home went through her with a momentary pang.
Did her father ever think of her now, she wondered?
Was he happy himself?
She had written to him after her marriage to Burke, telling him all the circumstances thereof.

It had been a difficult letter to write.

She had not dwelt overmuch upon Guy's part because she could not bring herself to do so.

But she had tried to make the position intelligible to him, and she hoped she had succeeded.
But no answer had come to her.