I will tell her your story." The gilded streak upon the earth beneath the beech had crept away, but over the ferns and weeds and flowering bushes between the slight trees without the ring the sunshine gloated.

The blue of the sky was wonderful, and in the silence Haward and Audrey heard the wind whisper in the treetops.

A dove moaned, and a hare ran past.
"It was I who brought you from the mountains and placed you here," said Haward at last.

"I thought it for the best, and that when I sailed away I left you to a safe and happy life.

It seems that I was mistaken.