That was the cleared country, familiar, safe, and smiling; her husband's side was the strange forest which she had entered and must travel through.

She was yet afraid of the forest, of its lights and its shadows, the rough places and the smooth, the stir of its air and the possibility of wild beasts.

To her it was night-time there, and where the ground seemed fair and the light to play, she thought of the marsh and the will-o'-the-wisp.

She could not but be loyal to the old, trodden ways.

She had married Lewis Rand, not his party or its principles.