ins she started with surprise.
The man to whom her thoughts had strayed was leaning against a hemlock
with his eyes fixed on her face. It was the first time they had met
since she played the part of Delilah, and, in spite of her customary
self-command, Millicent betrayed her agitation. A softer mood was upon
her and she had the grace to be ashamed. Still, it appeared desirable
to discover whether he suspected her.

"I was quite startled to see you, Geoffrey, but I am very glad. It is
almost too hot for walking. Won't you let me drive you?" she said with
flurried haste.

If Geoffrey hesitated Millicent noticed no sign of it beyond that he
was slow in answering. He was conscious that Mrs. Leslie looked just
then a singularly attractive companion, but she was the wife of another
man, and, of late, he had felt a vague alarm at the confidences she
seemed inclined to exchange with him. Nevertheless, he could find no
excuse at the moment which would not suggest a desire to avoid her, and
with a word of thanks he took his place at her side.

"I came down to consult my friend, Mr. Thomas Savine, on business," he
explained. "I had one or two other matters to attend to, and promised
to overtake him and his wife during their stroll. I must have missed
them. What a pretty team! Have you had the ponies long?"

Millicent's well-gloved fingers closed somewhat viciously upon the
whip, for the casual question was unfortunate, but she smiled as she
answered and she chatted gayly until, in an interlude, Thurston felt
prompted to say:

"Coincidences are sometimes striking, are they not? You remember, the
last time we met, suggesting that I was fortunate in having no enemies
among the mountains?"

"Yes," she replied, shrinking a little, "I do--but do you know that it
makes one shiver to talk about glaciers and snow on such a perfect day."

A man of keener perceptions, reading the speaker's face, would have
changed the subject at once, and Millicent had earned his tactful
consideration. It was a good impulse which prompted her to place
herself beyond the reach of further temptation. Geoffrey, however, was
unobservant that afternoon.

"I am certainly tired of glaciers and snow and other unpleasant things
myself, and was merely going to say that, shortly after I last talked
with you, I discovered another instance of an unknown enemy's
ingenuity," he went on. "A wagon we had chartered upset down a steep
ravine, and sever