Then, slowly, as if her eyes refused to leave the object of their attraction, she began to turn away. We had one instant's glance at her face before she discovered us; there was a burning spot upon either thin cheek, and two great tears, frozen, as it were, upon her eyelids; and a tremulous curve to the full, red lips of the tender and beautiful mouth, as if they quivered with grief and love. There was nothing wild or severe about her at that moment. Turning, slowly, she perceived us, standing there in the shadow--two cruel men, hunting her even in this sacred solitude. That was the feeling she gave us by the look which passed over her countenance; I felt ashamed and unjustified until I forced myself to recollect all. She did not scream; she had passed through too many vicissitudes to betray any fright; she only turned white, and put her hand on the table to steady herself. "You two men have come here at last, have you? Why do you interfere with me? It's only a little while I have to stay, and I want peace." "Peace only comes with a pure conscience," said Mr. Burton, sternly. "What are you doing in this house?" "I know I have no right here; but where else will you let me stay? Not even by his grave--no, not even by his grave! You want to drag me forth before the world, to expose my foolish secret, which I have hidden from everybody--to put me in prison--to murder me! This is the business of you two men; and you have the power, I suppose. I am so poor and friendless it makes me a fit object for your persecution. Well, if you can justify yourselves, do as you will with me!" She folded her hands, looking us full in the face with eyes which absolutely blazed. "If you had no guilty secret, why did you fly from friends and enemies? Why did you not seek an interview and explanation which would have been satisfactory to us?" asked Mr. Burton. "You would not believe me if I told you the reason," scornfully. "It is not in the minds of men--the gross, suspicious minds of men--to conceive or credit my excuse. I will not make it to such people." Really, there was a majesty about the girl which quite awed me. As she confronted us, the undaunted spirit sparkling through her slight, wasted face and form, compelled a sort of acquiescence in me. I was not the one to subdue or handle this powerful nature. Mr. Burton was. "This is not the proper hour, nor the proper place, to enter into explanations, Miss Sullivan. You must go with me to Mrs. Scott's cottage; she will care for you until morning, and then we will have a talk together. You will not find me harsh; nor shall I take any step without good cause. All I want is the truth--and that I am bound to have." "Let me stay here to-night; I promise you I will not attempt to leave the place. I will wait here until you see fit to come in the morning." "I can not; there is too much at stake," he said, with determination. "Then let me go and get the child," she said.