ly. This Glen noticed, and an
expression of anxiety appeared in her eyes.

"Do you wish me to tell you?" Reynolds asked, lifting his eyes to hers.

"If you don't mind. But I am afraid your dreams were bad."

"Not altogether; merely light and shade. The light was my dream of
you, while the shade was of Curly."

"You dreamed of him!" Glen paused in her eating, while her face turned
pale.

"There, now, I am sorry I mentioned it, Miss Weston. I knew it would
worry you. But perhaps it is just as well for you to know."

"Indeed it is, especially when it concerns that man. Oh, he is not a
man, but a brute. Please tell me about your dream."

In a few words Reynolds told her all, and when he had ended she sat for
some time lost in thought. Her right arm rested upon the table, and
her sunbrowned, shapely fingers lightly pressed her chin and cheek.
She was looking out of the window which fronted the lake, as if she saw
something there. The young man, watching, thought he never saw her
look more beautiful. Presently a tremor shook her body. Then she gave
a little nervous laugh, and resumed her breakfast.

"I am afraid I am not altogether myself this morning," she apologized.
"But how can I help feeling nervous so long as Curly is anywhere in
this country?"

Reynolds was about to reply when Nannie entered and told him that the
master of the house wished to see him. With a quick glance at Glen,
and asking to be excused, he left the room, expecting that the storm
which had been so mercifully delayed was now about to break.

CHAPTER XIX

THE TURN OF EVENTS

The master of Glen West was sitting at his desk as Reynolds entered.
He was smoking, and at the same time reading a newspaper in which he
was deeply interested. The latter he at once laid aside, and motioned
his visitor to a chair. He then picked up a box of cigars lying near.

"Do you smoke?" he asked. "If so, you will enjoy these. They are a
special brand."

"Thanks," Reynolds replied, as he lifted one from the box, and
proceeded at once to light it. This reception was so different from
what he had expected that he hardly knew what to think. Anyway, the
first move was favorable, and that was a good token.

"You left me very abruptly last night," Weston charged, looking keenly
at the young man.

"I certainly did," and Reynolds smiled. "But sometimes there is a
virtue in abruptness, especially----"

"Especially what?" Weston queried, a