I said, "Margery, I am ashamed of you; curiosity and jealousy are hateful; have nothing to do with them." And I turned on my pillow and prayed for John; and then I heard him coming into the house.

So utterly still was everything by reason of the snow, that I heard his every movement.

Even after he had closed his door, I thought I heard him walking about his room.

And the wonder leaped up in me again--why was he troubled?
why could he not rest?
I got up, and laid my heart and ear against his door in a passion of dismay and sympathy.
Up and down, up and down; no thought of sleep after his fatigue.

Oh, what was this that had come between us?
I went back to my bed and wept.
That was the first beginning of the trouble about Rachel Leonard.