“Jocelyn,” I said. She turned toward me, crimsoned deeply, uttered a low cry, half laughter, half a sob, then covered her face with her hands. I took them away and spoke her name again, and this time she hid her face upon my breast.

A moment thus; then — for all eyes were upon her — I lifted her head, kissed her, and gave her to Lady Wyatt, whom I found at my side. “I commend my wife to your ladyship’s care,” I said. “As you are woman, deal sisterly by her!”

“You may trust me, sir,” she made answer, the tears upon her cheeks. “I did not know, — I did not understand� .Dear heart, come away, — come away with Margaret Wyatt.”

Clayborne opened the door of the cabin, and