"Well, but, Annette, you know we agreed--you had my full approval--that you should tell everything to the man you were engaged to." "I thought that all right at the time--at least, I mean I never thought about it again. But, of course, I did not know Roger then, and I had not realized how cruel it would be to him to go farther and farther, and think more and more of me, and get it firmly rooted in his mind that he would like to marry me,--it takes a long time for him to get his mind fixed,--and then, when I had accepted him and he was feeling very comfortable, to have this--this ugly thing--sprung upon him." "I don't see how that can be helped." "Yes, if he had been told very early in the day, he might have withdrawn,--of course he would have withdrawn if he had believed the worst,--but it would not have cost him much. He would have felt he had had a lucky escape. But as it is," Annette's voice wavered, "I am afraid Roger will be put to expense." "Has he said anything?" "Yes. No. I mean he said something the other day, but it was by the weir, and I know he thought I did not hear. I was listening to the water, and it made a noise. I heard every word, but I did not like to say so, because I saw he was rather surprised at himself, taken aback." Mrs. Stoddart cogitated. At last she said, "My dear, I know what is wise, and that is what I have advised you. But I also know that I am a managing woman, and that one must not coerce the lives of others. You are not what is called wise. And you never will be. But I perceive that you have some kind of course to steer your ship by, and I must even let you steer it. We can't both stand at the helm, Annette. I think you do not see the rocks ahead, which I have taken such trouble to avoid, but at any rate I have pointed them out. I take my hands off the wheel. I give you back your promise." Mr. Stirling and Roger were coming through the slender iron gates with their scrolled initials, from which the white hanging clusters of the "Seven Sisters" had to be pushed back to allow them to pass. "There are worse things than rocks," said Annette, looking at Roger. But she had become very white. CHAPTER XXVIII "Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat, only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this our pilgrimage to no country and to no end."--RABINDRA NATH TAGORE. Mr. Stirling had no curiosity--that quality which in ourselves we designate as interest in our fellow-creatures, even while we are kneeling at a keyhole.