She came like a shadow, flitting between the slender tree trunks out into the sunshine, where for a moment she seemed wan and white.

Her dark eyes flashed a greeting at me.

I stood cap in hand before her.

It was the first time we had met since I had taken up my abode at the "Brand." "Good-morning, Mr.Ducaine," she said.

"You need not look at me as though I were a ghost.