later Eve Glenn came tripping toward
her.

"Oh, here you are!" she cried, flinging her arms about her in regular
school-girl _abandon_, and kissing the cold, proud mouth, that deigned
no answering caress. "Rex has been looking for you everywhere, and at
last commissioned me to find you and say he wants to speak to you. He
is out on the terrace."

How she longed to ask if Rex's face was smiling or stern, but she
dared not.

"Where did you say Rex was, Miss Glenn?"

"I said he was out on the terrace; but don't call me Miss Glenn, for
pity's sake--it sounds so freezingly cold. Won't you please call me
Eve," cried the impetuous girl--"simply plain Eve? That has a more
friendly sound, you know."

Another girl less proud than the haughty heiress would have kissed
Eve's pretty, piquant, upturned, roguish face.

"What did Rex have to say to her?" she asked herself, in growing
dread.

The last hope seemed withering in her proud, passionate heart. She
rose haughtily, and walked with the dignity of a queen through the
long drawing-room toward the terrace. Her heart almost stopped beating
as she caught sight of Rex leaning so gracefully against the trunk of
an old gnarled oak tree, smoking a cigar. That certainly did not look
as if he meant to greet her with a kiss.

She went forward hesitatingly--a world of anxiety and suspense on her
face--to know her fate. The color surged over her face, then receded
from it again, as she looked at him with a smile--a smile that was
more pitiful than a sigh.

"Rex," she cried, holding out her hands to him with a fluttering,
uncertain movement that stirred the perfumed laces of the exquisite
robe she wore, and the jewels on her white, nervous hands--"Rex, I am
here!"

CHAPTER XXXIII.

We must now return to Daisy, whom we left standing in the heart of the
forest, the moonlight streaming on her upturned face, upon which the
startled horseman gazed.

He had not waited for her to reply, but, touching his horse hastily
with his riding-whip, he sped onward with the speed of the wind.

In that one instant Daisy had recognized the dark, sinister, handsome
face of Lester Stanwick.

"They have searched the pit and found I was not there. He is searching
for me; he has tracked me down!" she cried, vehemently, pressing her
little white hands to her burning head.

Faster, faster flew the little feet through the long dew-damp
grasses.

"My troubles seem closing more darkly aroun