nly conceived
prejudice at the moment of first meeting. The girl's jaunty self-
possession had struck a false note, and he had labelled her as callous
and selfish. Now, looking at her afresh, he realised that this was not
the face of a cold-hearted woman. This girl could _fed_! She was
feeling now--feeling something painful, depressing. His eyes fell once
more on her ungloved hands; he noticed that she held the right wrist
tightly grasped, and even as he did so memory flashed back a picture of
her as she had stood above him on the bank, her hands held in the same
strained position. Afterwards he marvelled at the accuracy of that
brain picture, but for the moment concern overwhelmed every other
feeling. The inquiry came in quick, almost boyish tones, strangely
different from his previous utterances.

"I say! have you hurt your wrist? You are holding it as if it were
painful."

Cornelia turned to see a face as altered as the voice, elevated her
brows in involuntary surprise, and drawled an indifferent assent.

"I guess I ricked it, hanging on to those reins. It was pulled half out
of the sockets."

"Didn't you have anything done for it at the house?"

"No."

"Or tell anyone about it?"

"No."

"But why not?"

"I never yelp!" said Cornelia, proudly. She tilted her chin, and her
eyes sent out a golden flash. "There was enough of that business going
on without my joining in the chorus. If you're hurt, it don't mend it
any to make a fuss."

Guest looked at her curiously.

"You certainly did not yelp! I thought you had escaped entirely, and
that your friend had come in for all the knocking about. I'm awfully
sorry. Sprains are beastly things. Look here, if you don't want to be
crippled, it ought to be massaged at once! I'm knowing about sprains.
Had an ankle cured in a couple of days by a Swedish fellow, which would
have laid me up for weeks on the old methods. The great point is to
keep the blood from congealing in the veins. Of course, it must be done
in the right way, or it will do more harm than good. You set to work
directly _above_ the joint. Er--would you allow me?--might I show you
for just a moment?"

The horse was ambling peacefully along a quiet lane, and as he spoke
Captain Guest twisted the reins loosely round his own wrist and half
held out his hands, then drew them back again in obvious embarrassment.
The shyness was all on his own side, however, for Cornelia cried, "Why,
su