When he did look at her again, her face was calm almost to sereneness.
"And you will come to Boston in June just the same ?" "If your sister and--and your mother still want me to come." [Illustration: "'I think I understand, rosalie'"] She was thinking of herself, the nameless one, in the house of his people; she was thinking of the doubts, the speculations--even the fears that would form the background of her welcome in that proud house.

No longer was Rosalie Gray regarding herself as the happy, careless foster-child of Anderson Crow; she was seeing herself only as the castaway, the unwanted, and the world was growing bitter for her.

But Bonner was blind to all this; he could not, should not know.
"You know they want you to come.

Why do you say that ?" he asked quickly, a strange, dim perspective rising before him for an instant, only to fade away before it could be analysed.
"One always says that," she replied with a smile.

"It is the penalty of being invited.