And I go barefoot only of week days"-- It was a brave beginning, but of a sudden she found it hard to go on.

She felt his eyes upon her and knew that he was unconvinced, and into her own eyes came the large tears.

They did not fall, but through them she saw the forest swim in green and gold.

"I have no father or mother," she said, "and no brother or sister.

In all the world there is no one that is kin to me." Her voice, that was low and full and apt to fall into minor cadences, died away, and she stood with her face raised and slightly turned from the gentleman who lay at her feet, stretched out upon the sere beech leaves.
He did not seem inclined to speech, and for a time the little brook and the birds and the wind in the trees sang undisturbed.
"These woods are very beautiful," said Haward at last, with his gaze upon her, "but if the land were less level it were more to my taste.