"She doesn't seem to have learned any good from you," retorted Vaughan.
"She has learned all of decency that she knows. Was she ever sent to school?"
"She had two governesses."
"Yes. They both left inside of six months, because they couldn't live in the house with you."
"Oh, I suppose it is my fault that she inherits her mother's instinct," returned Maurice, bitterly. "And Renny has just been telling me that it is his fault that Eden is a scoundrel. We've taken on a lot of responsibility."
"You are talking like fools," said Renny.
"Please do not quarrel about me," put in Pheasant. "I think I'm going to faint or something."
"Better take her out in the air," said Renny. "The liquor was too strong for her."
"Come along," said Piers, and took her arm.
The touch of his hand had an instant effect on Pheasant. A deep blush suffused her face and neck; she swayed toward him, raising her eyes to his with a look of tragic humility.
Outside, the coolness of the dawn refreshed her. He released her arm, and preceded her through the grove and down into the ravine. They walked in silence, she seeming no more than his shadow, following him through every divergence of the path, hesitating when he hesitated. Centuries before, two such figures might have been seen traversing this same ravine, a young Indian and his squaw, moving as his silent shadow in the first light of morning, primitive figures so much akin to the forest life about them that the awakening birds did not cease twittering as they passed. On the bridge above the stream he stopped. Below lay the pool where they had first seen their love reflected as an opening flower. They
