He had given her no cause for the dread that now consumed her, unless it were that by his very self-restraint he had inspired in her a fear of the unknown.
No, she had to look farther back than her honeymoon, back to the days of Burleigh Wentworth's trial, and the almost superhuman force by which he had dragged him free.

It was that force with which she would have very soon to reckon, that overwhelming, all-consuming power that had wrestled so victoriously in Wentworth's defence.

How would it be when she found herself confronted by that?
She shivered and dared not think.
The stream of gaiety flowed on around her.

Someone--Wentworth she knew later--proposed a game of hide-and-seek by moonlight in and about the old ruins on the shores of the loch.

She would have preferred to remain behind, but he made a great point of her going also.