watching them burn in the afterglow of the setting sun.

“How much there is for me to learn and know,” Cassandra replied in a low voice. “I never saw a Turkish rug. You often speak of things I know nothing about.”

David laughed and turned upon her happy eyes. “Why so sad for that? Did you think I loved you and married you for your worldly knowledge?” She smiled back at him and was silent. Presently he continued. “Now, while Hoyle is not here, I wish to talk to you a little about him.”

“Yes, David.” Her heart fluttered with a nameless fear, but she betrayed no sign of emotion.

“You’ve seen, of course. It’s not necessary to tell you.”