And yet her senses did their work.

For years afterwards she remembered that some one was standing there in the bright sunshine, dressed in a red gown, some one who answered when she was spoken to; but that she--she--stood apart in her misery and was dumb.
"I don't understand," she said at last.

"Why can't you say what you mean?
_Is_ there danger ?" Mrs.Wilcox looked uncomfortable.

"Yes, there is _some_ danger.

But while there is life there is--hope." "If there is danger--" she paused, looking away toward the long highroad, "if there _is_ danger, I shall send for Nevill.