The beautiful face was working painfully.

Her hands were tightly clasped in his.
"Child, what is it ?" Merefleet said, conscious of a hidden barrier between them.

"Can't you trust yourself to me?
Is that it?
Are you afraid of me?
You didn't shrink from me yesterday." She bowed her head.

Yesterday she had wept in his arms.

But to-day no tears came.