Oh, if I had not asked you to come back! If you had gone away and said nothing! What would I have done then?
As it is, I will know that you are thinking of me--" and suddenly she turned to him, and held him away from her in a spasm of fear while her eyes searched his face.
But in a moment they melted and a smile made her lips beautiful.

"Oh, yes, I can trust you," she said, and she nestled against him contentedly like a child.
For a little while they sat thus, and then her eyes sought the garden and the house at her feet.

It seemed that the sinister plot was not, after all, to develop in that place of quiet and old peace without her for its witness.

It seemed that she was to be kept by some fatality close-fettered to the task, the hopeless task, which she would now gladly have foregone.

And she wondered whether, after all, she was in some way meant to watch the plot, perhaps, after all, to hinder it.
"Hilary," she said, "you remember that evening at the Chalet de Lognan ?" "Do I remember it ?" "You explained to me a law--that those who know must use their knowledge, if by using it they can save a soul, or save a life." "Yes," he said, vaguely remembering that he had spoken in this strain.
"Well, I have been trying to obey that law.