sheltered corner under the parapet, she said uneasily;
“Lanette is a strange maid, Euan. At first I knew she disliked me. Then, of a sudden, one day she came to me and clung like a child afraid. And we loved from that minute� . It is strange.”
“Is she ill?”
“In mind, I think.”
“Why?”
“I do not know, Euan.”
“Is it love, think you — her disorder?”
“I do not know, I tell you. Once I thought it was — that. But knew not how to be certain.”
“Does Boyd still court her?”