he was not alone. A gracious Presence moved near him in the silence of the night. The empty scene was filled gloriously with life and meaning. A voice spoke to his heart—the clear, sure tones that he remembered:
"Have faith in her, Crispin. She is my child as well as her father's."
Light came back to him; the warm blood surged once more in his body. His courage returned. His love was the daughter of Elizabeth Musgrove. Why should he care for Louis Carew?
