I said in a low voice, “ — — if you ever deign to give yourself to me.”

“That is sweetly said� . Such giving leaves the giver unashamed.”

“Could you promise yourself to me?”

She stood with head averted, watching the last faint stain of color fade from the west.

“Would you have me at any cost, Euan?”

“Any cost.”

“Suppose that when I find my mother — I find no name for myself — save hers?”

“You shall have mine then.”

“Dear lad!� But — suppose, even then I do not love you —