To tell the truth I was not thinking of your father at the moment." "Nor was I," said she.
Durrance turned away and sat for a little while staring down the rocks into a wrinkled pool of water just beneath.

It was after all the shadow of Feversham which stretched between himself and her.
"I know, of course," he said, "that you would never feel trouble, as so many do, with half your heart.

You would neither easily care nor lightly forget." "I remember enough," she returned in a low voice, "to make your words rather a pain to me.

Some day perhaps I may bring myself to tell everything which happened at that ball three years ago, and then you will be better able to understand why I am a little distressed.

All that I can tell you now is this: I have a great fear that I was to some degree the cause of another man's ruin.