"don't talk like that. I may be
dead and buried before you know that a tragedy has occurred. The cards
say that I am to die young."

"Why, Daisy, what is the matter?"

She made no reply. A memory of the anonymous letter and its threat came
home vividly to her as she stepped inside the churchyard. Who knew but
what within a few days she might be borne through that self-same gate in
her coffin? However, she had promised to say nothing about the letter,
and fearful lest she should let slip some remark to arouse the
suspicions of Giles, she flew up the path.

Already the village folk were thronging to the midnight service. The
bells were ringing with a musical chime, and the painted windows of the
church glittered with rainbow hues. The organist was playing some
Christmas carol, and the waves of sound rolled out solemnly on the
still air. With salutation and curtsey the villagers passed by the young
squire. He waited to hand over his car to his servant, who came up at
the moment, breathless with haste. "Shall I wait for you, sir?"

"No, take the car to the inn, and make yourself comfortable. In an hour
you can return."

Nothing loth to get indoors and out of the bitter cold, the man drove
the machine, humming like a top, down the road. The sky was now clouding
over, and a wind was getting up. As Giles walked into the church he
thought there was every promise of a storm, and wondered that it should
labor up so rapidly considering the previous calm of the night. However,
he did not think further on the matter, but when within looked around
for Daisy. She was at the lower end of the church staring not at the
altar now glittering with candles, but at the figure of a woman some
distance away who was kneeling with her face hidden in her hands. With a
thrill Giles recognized Anne, and fearful lest Daisy should be jealous
did he remain in her vicinity, he made his way up to his own pew, which
was in the lady chapel near the altar. Here he took his seat and strove
to forget both the woman he loved and the woman he did not love. But it
was difficult for him to render his mind a blank on this subject.

The organ had been silent for some time, but it now recommenced its
low-breathed music. Then the choir came slowly up the aisle singing
lustily a Christmas hymn. The vicar, severe and ascetic, followed, his
eyes bent on the ground. When the service commenced Giles tried to pay
attention, but found it almost impossible to prevent h