"I don't know how you feel, Jenny," she said, "but I am very cold and very hungry, so I took the liberty of making some tea. I even think Maggie might be allowed to have some, very weak, if she promises faithfully not to talk any more to-night." Jenny drank her hot tea, and her heart was cheered and comforted, in spite of all her burden of sorrow. Miss Maclean's friendship was at least something to set over against the talk of the folk; and--and--she thought she would read a chapter of her Bible that night; she would try to find the bit about Jesus and the woman. Had any one told Jenny beforehand that, so soon after hearing such dreadful news, her heart would have been comparatively at rest, she would have laughed the idea to scorn. Yet so it was. Poor old Jenny! The morrow was yet to come, with reflections of its own, with the return swing of the pendulum, weighted with principle and prejudice and old tradition; but in her simplicity she never thought of that, and for a few short hours she had peace. CHAPTER XLIV. A CRIMSON STREAK. As soon as tea was over, Mona rose to go. Jenny begged her to stay all night, for the wind was howling most dismally through the pine-trees; but Mona laughed at the idea of danger or difficulty, and set out with a light heart. She had scarcely found herself alone, however, in the wild and gusty night, when she began to regret her own rashness. She was groping her way slowly along the carriage-drive, with the guidance of the hedge, when, with a sudden sense of protection, she caught sight of lamps at the gate. Dudley came forward as soon as he heard her step. "That is right," he said, with a chime of gladness in his beautiful voice; "I thought you would obey orders." "I am naturally glad to receive the commendation of my superior officer." "Is Jenny back?" "Yes. All is well,--for to-night at least. I must go out as early as possible to-morrow. It was one of the most beautiful sights I ever saw in my life;" and Mona described what had taken place. "You have done a good day's work," Dudley said, after a pause. "Oh, I did nothing. I laughed at my own heroics when I heard Maggie's 'Mither!'" "No doubt; but Maggie's part would have fallen rather flat, if you had not borne all the brunt of the disclosure." "Are you going to visit your patient?" "Is there any necessity?" "None whatever, I imagine." "Then I shall have the pleasure of driving you home." "Oh no, thank you! I would rather walk." They were standing now in the full light of the lamps. Dudley waxed bold. "Look me in the face, Miss Maclean, and tell me that that is true." Mona raised her eyes with a curious sensation, as if the ground were slipping from under her feet. "No," she said, "it is not true. I rather dread the walk; but--you know I cannot come with you." "Why not?" She frowned at his persistence; then met his eyes again. "Because I should not do it by daylight," she said proudly. There was a minute's silence.