Lily's gaze widened in her attempt to see what Helen's point of view would be and she spoke slowly, that, if possible, she might not offend. "It was George Halkett I saw. There was no woman, but he was leading one horse and riding another. It was one night when John was late on the moor and I went to look for him. George didn't see me. I kept quiet till he'd gone by. There was a side saddle on the led horse." "Well?" Helen said. "That's all. I thought you ought to know." In that moment Helen hated Lily. "Is it Miriam you're hinting at?" she asked on a high note. "Yes, it is. You're making me feel mean, but I'm glad I've told you. It's worried me, and John--I didn't like to tell John, for he has a grudge against the man, and he might have made trouble before he need." "I think that's what you're doing," Helen said. "That may be. I took the risk. I know George Halkett. Miriam, having a bit of fun, might find herself landed in a mess. I'm sorry, Helen. I hope I'm wrong." Helen was half ashamed to hear herself asking, "How late was it?" "About twelve." "But I'm awake half the night. I should have heard. Besides--would there be any harm?" "Just as much as there is in playing with fire," Lily said. "'Behold how great a matter a little fire kindleth,'" Helen said, looking at the ground. "Yes, but there's more than a little fire in Miriam, and George Halkett's a man, you know." Helen raised her head and said, "We've lived here all our lives, and we have been very lonely, but I have hardly spoken to a man who was not gentle. John and Rupert and Zebedee and Daniel, all these--no one has spoken roughly to us. It makes one trustful. And George is always kind, Lily." "Yes, but Miriam--she's not like you." "She's much more beautiful." Lily's laughter was half a groan. "That won't make George any gentler, my dear." "Won't it?" Lily shook her head. "But perhaps there's nothing in it. I'm sorry to have added to your worries, but Miriam's so restless and discontented, and I thought--" "Ah," Helen interrupted gladly, "but lately she has been different. Lately she has been happier. Oh!" She saw where her words had led her, and with a little gesture of bewilderment she turned and walked away. Perhaps, after all, the things that happened were not necessarily best, and for the first time Helen felt a blind anger against the unknown. In a moment of sharp vision, she saw what this vaguely concentrated life had done for her and Miriam, and she wondered by whose law it had been decreed that no human being could have a destiny unconditioned by some one else, and though she also saw that this law was the glory as well as the tragedy of life, she rebelled against it now, lest the radiant being whom she loved should be dishonoured or disillusioned.