When our eyes first met, she regarded me with a wistful, questioning look, as if she were troubled by some doubt which she shrunk from expressing in words. And when I inquired after her health, as usual, she surprised me by answering as impatiently as if she resented my having mentioned the subject. For a moment, I was inclined to think these changes signified that she had discovered my absence from home during the night, and that she had some suspicion of the true cause of it. But she never alluded, even in the most distant manner, to Mrs. Van Brandt; and not a word dropped from her lips which implied, directly or indirectly, that I had pained or disappointed her. I could only conclude that she had something important to say in relation to herself or to me--and that for reasons of her own she unwillingly abstained from giving expression to it at that time. Reverting to our ordinary topics of conversation, we touched on the subject (always interesting to my mother) of my visit to Shetland. Speaking of this, we naturally spoke also of Miss Dunross. Here, again, when I least expected it, there was another surprise in store for me. "You were talking the other day," said my mother, "of the green flag which poor Dermody's daughter worked for you, when you were both children. Have you really kept it all this time?" "Yes." "Where have you left it? In Scotland?" "I have brought it with me to London." "Why?" "I promised Miss Dunross to take the green flag with me, wherever I might go." My mother smiled. "Is it possible, George, that you think about this as the young lady in Shetland thinks? After all the years that have passed, you believe in the green flag being the means of bringing Mary Dermody and yourself together again?" "Certainly not! I am only humoring one of the fancies of poor Miss Dunross. Could I refuse to grant her trifling request, after all I owed to her kindness?" The smile left my mother's face. She looked at me attentively. "Miss Dunross seems to have produced a very favorable impression on you," she said. "I own it. I feel deeply interested in her." "If she had not been an incurable invalid, George, I too might have become interested in Miss Dunross--perhaps in the character of my daughter-in-law?" "It is useless, mother, to speculate on what _might_ have happened. The sad reality is enough." My mother paused a little before she put her next question to me. "Did Miss Dunross always keep her veil drawn in your presence, when there happened to be light in the room?" "Always." "She never even let you catch a momentary glance at her face?" "Never." "And the only reason she gave you was that the light caused her a painful sensation if it fell on her uncovered skin?" "You say that, mother, as if you doubt whether Miss Dunross told me the truth." "No, George. I only doubt whether she told you _all_ the truth." "What do you mean?"