felt so well and happy in my life."

Thompson came in with the lamps and brightness, and scarcely had she
gone again when Sanderson in turn was seen climbing through the window.

"There's nothing," he said lightly, as he closed it behind him.
"Somebody's been burning leaves, and the smoke is drifting a little
through the trees. The wind," he added, glancing at his host a moment
significantly, but in so discreet a way that Mrs. Bittacy did not
observe it, "the wind, too, has begun to roar... in the Forest...
further out."

But Mrs. Bittacy noticed about him two things which increased her
uneasiness. She noticed the shining of his eyes, because a similar light
had suddenly come into her husband's; and she noticed, too, the apparent
depth of meaning he put into those simple words that "the wind had begun
to roar in the Forest ...further out." Her mind retained the
disagreeable impression that he meant more than he said. In his tone lay
quite another implication. It was not actually "wind" he spoke of, and
it would not remain "further out"...rather, it was coming in. Another
impression she got too--still more unwelcome--was that her husband
understood his hidden meaning.



~IV~

"David, dear," she observed gently as soon as they were alone
upstairs, "I have a horrible uneasy feeling about that man. I cannot get
rid of it." The tremor in per voice caught all his tenderness.