know where to run to get away; and they all fixed their eyes on me as if they were saying: ‘How does she dare come here? She isn’t one of us!’ and one was a boy who looked like you. The old man kept saying how like it was to the new Lord Thryng, and it made me cold to hear it, — so cold that after I had escaped from there and was out in the sun, my teeth chattered.”

David sat silent and humbled; at last he said: “Go on, Cassandra. Don’t cover up anything.”

“When I got back to the hotel, everything seemed so splendid and stuffy and horrid — and every way I turned it seemed as if those dead ancestors of yours were there staring at me still; and I thought what right had they over the living that they dared stand between you and me; and I was angry.”