She had got into the habit of looking upon me as a harmless sort of thing to confide in and ask advice of--which she never took." "Forgive me," he said.

"You must remember that I am still her lover." They had reached the tree that leant a little forward beyond its fellows, and he had halted and turned so that he was facing her.

"Did she and your father get on together.

Was she happy ?" "I don't think she was happy," answered Joan.

"She was at first.