She sat a moment, her eyes on the water, her cheeks shadowed by the wide brim of her hat, and Westcott noted the almost perfect contour of her face silhouetted against the green leaves.

She turned toward him questioningly.
"I was very rude," she said, "but you will forgive me when I explain the cause.

I had to act as I did or else lose my hold entirely on that man--you understand ?" "I do not need to understand," he answered gallantly.

"It is enough that you say so." "No, it is not enough.

I value your friendship, Mr.Westcott, and I need your advice.