His eyes were fixed upon the narrow ribbon of road which twisted around the other side of the house and led over the bleaker moors, seawards.

The look puzzled her, gave her an uncomfortable feeling.

Its note of appreciation seemed to her inexplicable.

With a quaint, electrical sympathy, he caught the unspoken question in her eyes and translated it.
"You are beginning to doubt me," he said.

"You are wondering if the shadow I carry with me is not something more than the mere depression of a man who has failed." "You have not failed," she declared, "and I never doubt you, but there was something in your face just then which was strange, something alien to our talk.