I see now that I know too much--too much of you, too much of--" She saw that he must have suffered some illumination upon Allan.

There was a look of bitter comprehension in his face as he broke off.

She turned away from it.
When, an hour later, Allan came in, he found them chatting easily of the few people of St.Antipas that Bernal had met.

At the moment, they were discussing Mrs.Wyeth, whose face, Bernal declared, was of a rare perfection.

Nance turned to her husband.
"You must thank Bernal," she said, "for entertaining your guests this afternoon." "He wouldn't if he knew what I said--or how it must have bored them.