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?”