together, and this will soften her heart, and she will no more betray me, but will confess me. There is no treacherous blood in her — no, she was always honest and true.

She has loved me, in those old days — this is my security; for whom one has loved, one cannot betray.”

He stepped eagerly toward the door; at that moment it opened, and the Lady Edith entered. She was very pale, but she walked with a firm step, and her carriage was full of grace and gentle dignity. Her face was as sad as before.

Miles sprang forward, with a happy confidence, to meet her, but she checked him with a hardly perceptible gesture, and he stopped where he was. She seated herself, and asked him to do likewise. Thus simply did she take the sense of old