And with that she left the apartment, and Keith Macleod turned in a bewildered sort of fashion to his cousin. Janet Macleod had risen too; she was regarding him with anxious and troubled and tender eyes. "Janet," said he, "it is no jest at all!" "I know that," said she, in a low voice, and her face was somewhat pale. "I have known that. I knew it before you went away to England this last time." And suddenly she went over to him and bravely held out her hand; and there were quick tears in the beautiful gray eyes. "Keith," said she, "there is no one will be more proud to see you happy than I; and I will do what I can for you now, if you will let me, for I see your whole heart is set on it; and how can I doubt that you have chosen a good wife?" "Oh Janet, if you could only see her and know her!" She turned aside for a moment--only for a moment. When he next saw her face she was quite gay. "You must know, Keith," said she, with a smile shining through the tears of the friendly eyes, "that women-folk are very jealous; and all of a sudden you come to auntie and me, and tell us that a stranger has taken away your heart from us and from Dare; and you must expect us to be angry and resentful just a little bit at first." "I never could expect that from you, Janet," said he. "I knew that was impossible from you." "As for auntie, then," she said, warmly, "is it not natural that she should be surprised and perhaps offended--" "But she says she does not believe it--that I am making a joke of it--" "That is only her way of protesting, you know," said the wise cousin. "And you must expect her to be angry and obdurate, because women have their prejudices, you know, Keith; and this young lady--well, it is a pity she is not known to some one auntie knows." "She is known to Norman Ogilvie, and to dozens of Norman Ogilvie's friends, and Major Stuart has seen her," said he, quickly; and then he drew back. "But that is nothing. I do not choose to have any one to vouch for her." "I know that; I understand that, Keith," Janet Macleod said, gently. "It is enough for me that you have chosen her to be your wife; I know you would choose a good woman to be your wife; and it will be enough for your mother when she comes to reflect. But you must be patient." "Patient I would be, if it concerned myself alone," said he; "but the reflection--the insult of the doubt--" "Now, now, Keith," said she, "don't let the hot blood of the Macleods get the better of you. You must be patient, and considerate. If you will sit down now quietly, and tell me all about the young lady, I will be your ambassador, if you like; and I think I will be able to persuade auntie." "I wonder if there ever was any woman as kind as you are, Janet?" said he, looking at her with a sort of wondering admiration.