onymous letter?"

"No, no!" Daisy seemed to be thoroughly ashamed of herself. "But you
must admit that the letter was strange."

"So strange that you had better say nothing about it. Don't mention it
to Giles."

"Why not?"

"Because I will find occasion to tell him myself. I at least will be
able to explain without showing jealousy of poor Miss Denham."

"I won't say anything," replied Daisy, with a toss of her head, "but you
are all mad about Anne Denham. I don't believe she is a good woman. What
is the matter with her now? She seems ill."

"For Heaven's sake don't ask me any further questions," said Morley
irritably. "What with your conduct of this morning and other things with
which you have no concern I am worried out of my life."

Daisy took the hint and walked away. When she got outside the library
she came to the conclusion that Morley's visitor was a bailiff, and that
was why he had been shown out by the window. Decidedly her guardian was
in a bad way financially speaking.

"I shall marry Giles and get away from them all," said the grateful
Daisy. "They may be sold up, and my hundred a year will not keep me.
What a mercy that Giles is so rich and loves me! No, he does not love
me," she said vehemently to herself. "It is that woman. But he is
engaged to me, and I'll marry him if only to spite her."

CHAPTER IV

THE CHURCHYARD

To Daisy that drive in the motor-car was like an exquisite dream. Her
frivolous, shallow soul was awed by the vast white waste gleaming
mysteriously in the moonlight as the car sped like a bird along the
silent roads. There was not a cloud in a sky that shone like tempered
steel; and amidst the frosty glitter of innumerable stars the hard moon
looked down on an enchanted world. With Giles' hand on the steering gear
and Daisy beside him wrapped in a buffalo rug, the machine flew over the
pearly whiteness with the skimming swiftness of the magic horse. For the
first time in her life Daisy felt what flying was like, and was content
to be silent.

Giles was well pleased that the Great Mother should still her restless
tongue for the moment. He was doing his duty and the will of his dead
father, but his heart ached when he thought of the woman who should be
by his side. Oh that they two could undertake this magical journey
together, silent and alone in a silent and lonely world. He made no
inquiries for Anne, and Daisy said nothing. Only when the car was
humming along the