He asked as if he both longed and feared that she should say, "Yes, they have told me: I know all." The murmurs of the singing came floating out to them as they sat.

Hope was happy and trustful.

She was in the house of Abel--she should see him--she should hear him! And this dear gentleman--not exactly like a father nor an uncle--well, yes, perhaps a young uncle--he is brother of Abel's mother, and he mysteriously knows so much about Pinewood, and his smiling voice has a tear in it as he speaks of old days.

I love him already--I trust him entirely--I have found a friend.
"Shall we go in again ?" said Lawrence Newt.

But they saw some one approaching, and before they arose, while they were still silent, and Hope's heart was like the dawning summer heaven, she suddenly heard Abel Newt's words, and watched him, speechlessly, as he and his companion glided by her into the darkness.