Was she too going to say, like Lucy Sorrel, that she did not believe in love?
He thought of Angus Reay, and wondered.

She caught his look and smiled.
"I'm not so sure!" she repeated--"There's a great deal talked about love,--but it often seems as if there was more talk than deed.

At least there is in what is generally called 'love.' I know there's a very real and beautiful love, like that which I had for my father, and which he had for me,--that was as near being perfect as anything could be in this world.

But the love I had for the young man to whom I was once engaged was quite a different thing altogether." "Of course it was!" said Helmsley--"And quite naturally, too.

You loved your father as a daughter loves--and I suppose you loved the young man as a sweetheart loves--eh ?" "Sweetheart is a very pretty word,"-- she answered, the smile still lingering about her lips--"It's quite old-fashioned too, and I love old-fashioned things.