they said good-night and he was left staring into the fire.
•••••••
Next morning they faced one another in a first class carriage on a homeward bound train.
"What shall I say to Lady Cromarty?" she asked, half smiling, half fearfully.
He reflected for a few minutes.
"Tell her the truth. Lies don't pay in the long run. I can bear witness to this part of the story, and to the Carrington part if necessary, though I don't want to give him away if I can help it."
"Oh no!" she said, "we mustn't interfere with him. But supposing Lady Cromarty doesn't believe"
"Come straight to Stanesland! Will you?"
"Run away again?"
"It's the direction you run in that matters," said he. "Now, mind you, that's understood!"
She was silent for a little and then she said:
"I can't understand why these horrible stories associate Malcolm and me. Why should we have conspired to do such a dreadful thing?"
He stared at her, and then hesitated.
"Because—well, being engaged to him"
"Engaged to Malcolm!" she exclaimed. "Whatever put that into people's heads?"
"What!" he cried. "Aren't you?"
"Good gracious no! Was that the reason then?"
He seemed too lost in his own thoughts to answer her; but they were evidently not unhappy thoughts this time.
