"A youth! Struan was here? Then it's
true--it's true?"
He was quite calm under this outcry. "Yes, your champion Glyde was here. A
good fellow in the main, but, Lord! what a donkey! I think I did him good.
He left me a week ago. He had told me about you--found out where you
lived, and what was happening." She sat with her face between her hands,
dared not let him see it.
Senhouse resumed the question of her marriage. "It doesn't matter what you
do. You are you. So Ingram has forgiven Master Glyde, and now--"
She lifted her pale face at this name of duty.
"His wife died a year ago; rather more. He wants me to marry him, and I
think I must."
"You don't want to?" She shook her head, watching her fingers tear the
grass.
"No," she said, "not in the least. But I shall do it. Don't you think that
I should?"
He thought, then threw his arms out. "God knows what I am to say! If the
world held only you and me and him--here--fast in this valley--I tell you
fairly. I should stop it." She looked up quickly, and their eyes met. Hers
were haunted with longing. He had to turn his head. "But it doesn't. To me
what you intend to do seems quite horrible because I am flesh, and cannot
see that you are spirit.
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