'Now we have done,' she said. 'I must go and arrange them. Mistress Dinnage arranges beautifully.' 'Don't go in, Deb; the sun thaws me. I am cold. Feel my hand. I thought I was to be shewn the "old haunts?"' Deborah blushed. 'O yes,' she answered hurriedly, avoiding his eyes again. 'The flowers must die, then, King.' 'Let them! A thousand flowers have had their reign at Enderby in these two years, and millions more will bloom and die before I see Enderby again!' He spoke hurriedly, emphatically. Deborah gazing up at him, turned pale. 'What! are you going to die, King?' 'Nay, Deb, sweet heart; I can come here no more. Ask me not _why_. I can tell you--nothing.' 'Oh, I like not to hear you talk like this, King. You had a bright gay spirit once. _I_ live in an atmosphere where, it is true, all is bright and beautiful and home-like, and but too dear! Yet I feel it is volcanic land; and beneath our feet, King, I hear the thunder-mutterings; and above our heads, King, it seems to me there often rise clouds black as night; for ye know how it is with us. But to your coming I looked for comfort. In father's and Charlie's faces I often find paleness, apprehension, gloom, through all their looks of love for me; and a foreboding chills my heart. But _you_ were never wont to be like this. Now it seems to me your looks portend just such gloom and mystery. Ye are sad; you are not yourself. What ails you? Is there no lasting sunshine in life?' 'Not in yours, Deb, unless matters take another turn with you. Things are dark with your father, my little one. He has told me much. For one thing, I thank God, Deborah, that you have refused the Lincoln bait they tempt you with. Listen to no one who may lure you to such utter ruin. I know that man now. You were better dead than Mistress Sinclair.' 'No fear of that.--But shall we indeed be ruined, Kingston?' 'Things look dark. Could ye bear to lose Enderby, Deb?' 'Lose Enderby!' Her paling lips shewed that the girl had never contemplated that. 'Nay; I know not how to bear it. Is it sure?' 'No; but I thought it best to prepare you for any emergency. Heaven grant you may have some one to take care of you in this uncertain future!' 'I have a father and brother,' exclaimed Deborah proudly. Kingston laughed with some bitterness. 'Ay, you have.' 'Have ye aught to say against them?' Kingston glanced with his old raillery at the flushed cheeks and flashing eyes. 'I dare not say it, if I had. Yet I wish I could get hold of that fellow Charlie; I might bring him to reason, if I could find him out.' 'He will come when he knows that you are here.' Kingston doubted this in his own mind. 'Dear old Enderby!' muttered Kingston, as they strolled up the winding woodland path. 'With no home of my own, here I have always found one. It is _our_ home, Deb. Can we leave it? Can we? I never thought it was so dear till now.'