"Oh, come, Dick, there are limits--there must be. You may be bound to take the high line, but the rest of us are free to judge cases on the merits. At this time of day you can't expect women to stand being sat upon and squashed all their lives." Godfrey Ledstone had not talked much. Now he came forward on Winnie's side. "A man must appreciate a woman, or how can he ask her to stay with him?" "I don't see why she shouldn't do as she likes," said Tora. "Especially as you put a case where there are no children, Winnie." Mrs. Lenoir was more reserved. "Let her either make up her mind to stand everything or not to stand it at all any more. Because she'll never change a man like that." Only one to the contrary--and he a necessarily prejudiced witness! She claimed Mrs. Lenoir for her side, in spite of the reserve. The other three were obviously for her. Winnie was glad that she had put her case. Not only was she comforted; somehow she felt more important. No longer a mere listener, she had contributed to the debate. She would have felt still more important had she been free to declare that it was she herself who embodied the matter at issue. For such added consequence she had not long to wait. After the guests had gone, Stephen Aikenhead came to her in the garden. "I don't want to pry into what's not my business, but I think some of us had an idea that--well, that you were talking about yourself, really, at lunch. Don't say anything if you don't want to. Only, of course, Tora and I would like to help." She looked up at him, blushing again. "I promised not to tell. But since you've guessed----" "I'm awfully sorry about it." "At least I promised not to tell till it was settled. Well--it is settled. So I've not broken the promise, really." Stephen did not think it necessary--or perhaps easy--to pass judgment on this point. "At any rate it's much better we should know, I think. I'm sure you'll find Tora able to help you now." She was not thinking of Tora--nor of Dennehy's tirade, nor even of Mrs. Lenoir's reserve. "Do you think Mr. Ledstone--guessed?" Stephen smiled. "He took a very definite stand on the woman's side when you put your parable. I should say it's probable that he guessed." Thus it befell that the secret leaked out, though the promise was kept; and Winnie found herself an object of sympathy and her destinies a matter of importance at Shaylor's Patch. It is perhaps enough to say that she would have been behaving distinctly well if, for the sake of a scrupulous interpretation of her promise, she had forgone these consolations. They were very real and precious. They negatived the doleful finality which she had set to her life as a woman. They transformed her case; instead of a failure, it became a problem. A little boldness of vision, a breath of the free air of Shaylor's Patch, a draught of the new wine of speculation--and behold the victim turned experimentalist! CHAPTER V THE GREAT ALLIES