Twilight had deepened into night.

The low murmur of the waterfall and the babble of the brook floated to her strained ears.
Listeners never heard good of themselves.

But Stanton's subtle doubt of any depth to her, though it hurt, was not so conflicting as the ringing truth of Flo Hutter's love for Glenn.

This unsought knowledge powerfully affected Carley.

She was forewarned and forearmed now.