She paused and faced me abruptly. We were at the edge of the wood, and the school lay quite near. She caught the cloak closer about her and gave her head a little toss I remembered well, as a trick compelled by the vagaries of woman’s head-dress. “I can’t talk to you here, Mr. Glenarm; I had no intention of ever seeing you again; but I must say this—” “Those notes of Pickering’s—I shall ask Mr. Glenarm to give them to you—as a mark of esteem from me.” She stepped backward as though I had struck her. “You risked much for them—for him”—I went on. “Mr. Glenarm, I have no intention of discussing that, or any other matter with you—” “It is better so—” “But your accusations, the things you imply, are unjust, infamous!” The quaver in her voice shook my resolution to deal harshly with her. “If I had not myself been a witness—” I began. “Yes; you have the conceit of your own wisdom, I dare say.” “But that challenge to follow you, to break my pledge; my running away, only to find that Pickering was close at my heels; your visit to the tunnel in search of those notes,—don’t you know that those things were a blow that hurt? You had been the spirit of this woodland to me. Through all these months, from the hour I watched you paddle off into the sunset in your canoe, the thought of you made the days brighter, steadied and cheered me, and wakened ambitions that I had forgotten—abandoned —long ago. And this hideous struggle here,—it seems so idle, so worse than useless now! But I’m glad I followed you,—I’m glad that neither fortune nor duty kept me back. And now I want you to know that Arthur Pickering shall not suffer for anything that has happened. I shall make no effort to punish him; for your sake he shall go free.” A sigh so deep that it was like a sob broke from her. She thrust forth her hand entreatingly. “Why don’t you go to him with your generosity? You are so ready to believe ill of me! And I shall not defend myself; but I will say these things to you, Mr. Glenarm: I had no idea, no thought of seeing him at the Armstrongs’ that night. It was a surprise to me, and to them, when he telegraphed he was coming. And when I went into the tunnel there under the wall that night, I had a purpose—a purpose—” “Yes?” she paused and I bent forward, earnestly waiting for her words, knowing that here lay her great offending. “I was afraid,—I was afraid that Mr. Glenarm might not come in time; that you might be dispossessed,—lose the fight, and I came back with Mr. Pickering because I thought some dreadful thing might happen here—to you—” She turned and ran from me with the speed of the wind, the cloak fluttering out darkly about her. At the door, under the light of the lamp, I was close upon her. Her hand was on the vestibule latch.