"Ah! I'm very sure of that,"--Her smile, her voice bore transparent testimony to a faith which went, somewhat giddily, not only to her hearer's heart but to his head. "It isn't a question of your repeating anything; but of your thinking differently of some one you care for very much--and who is almost as dependent on you, Colonel Sahib, as I am myself. At least I fear you might.--Oh! I am so perplexed, I'm in such a maze," she said. "I've nothing to go on in all this, and I turn it over and over in my mind to no purpose till my head aches. You see I can't make out whether this--the thing which began it all and happened oh! long ago--is extraordinary--one which you--and most people like you--in your position, I mean--would consider very wrong and disgraceful; or whether it often happens and is just accepted, taken for granted, only not talked about." Carteret felt cold all down his spine. For what, in God's name, could this supremely dear and--as he watched her grave and sweetly troubled countenance--supremely lovely child, be driving at? "And I care so dreadfully much," she went on. "It is the story of the darling little green jade elephant over again--like its being broken and spoilt. Only now I'm grown up I don't give in and let it make me ill. There was a time even of that--of illness, I mean--at first just before you came to The Hard last autumn. But I wouldn't suffer it, I would not let the illness go on. I got over that. But then a second crisis occurred soon after we came here; and I thought Henrietta's kindness opened a way out. So I rushed about whenever and wherever she invited me to rush. But as I told you this evening--just before we had our two dances, you remember." "Am I likely to forget!" Carteret murmured under his breath. "The rushing about has not proved a success. I thought it would help to stifle certain longings and keep me nearer to my father--more at one with him. But it didn't, it made me neglect him. You see--you see"--the words were dragged from her, as by active suffering and distress of mind--"I had to choose between him and another person. One cannot serve two masters. I choose him. His claim was the strongest in duty. And I love to see him satisfied and peaceful. He always ranked first in everything I felt and did ever since I can remember; and I so want him to stay first. But I have been pulled two ways, and seem to have got all astray somehow lately. I haven't been really true to myself any more than to him--only frivolous and busy about silly pleasures." "Don't let the frivolity burden your precious conscience," Carteret comfortably told her, touched by the pathos of her self-reproach. For her sincerity was surely, just now, unimpeachable and she a rare creature indeed! Love, he could less than ever banish; but surely he might utterly banish distrust and fear?--"As frivolity goes, dear witch, and greed of pleasure, yours have been innocent enough both in amount and in quality, heaven knows!"