"Thank you, sir."

     "Do you like this sunrise, Jane? That sky with its high and light clouds which are sure to melt away as the day waxes warm--this placid and balmly atmosphere?"

     "I do, very much."

     "You have passed a strange night, Jane."

     "Yes, sir."

     "And it has made you look pale--were you afraid when I left you alone with Mason?"

     "I was afraid of some one coming out of the inner room."

     "But I had fastened the door--I had the key in my pocket: I should have been a careless shepherd if I had left a lamb--my pet lamb--so near a wolf's den, unguarded: you were safe."

     "Will Grace Poole live here still, sir?"

     "Oh yes! don't trouble your head about her--put the thing out of your thoughts."

     "Yet it seems to me your life is hardly secure while she stays."