It seemed that she had not understood the incident of the lighted window.

Nor was Chayne surprised.
For she was unaware of what was in Chayne's eyes the keystone of the whole argument.

She did not know that her father had worked as a convict in the Portland quarries.
"So they are abroad together, your father and Walter Hine," said Chayne, slowly.
"Yes!" replied Sylvia, with a smile.

"Guess where they are now!" and she turned to him with a tender look upon her face which he did not understand.
"I can't guess." "At Chamonix!" She saw her lover flinch, his face grow white, his eyes stare in horror.
And she wondered.

For her the little town, overtopped by its tumbled glittering fields of snow and tall rock spires was a place apart.