"Ah! I owe a good deal to her. A little charity, such as she shows,
goes a very long way."

Millicent did not answer, and he watched her as she sat looking out
into the distance with grave brown eyes. Her face was gentle; he
thought there was pity for him in it, and he felt strongly drawn to
her; but he remembered that he was a man with a tainted name and must
travel a lonely road.

Some of the others joined them, and soon afterward they walked down the
winding road to the city. There Harding found some letters he had been
waiting for, and there was now nothing to keep them in Montreal.

Mrs. Keith was gracious to Blake when he went to say good-by the next
morning, but he felt a strong sense of disappointment at finding her
alone. He looked around for Millicent, and then, as he was going out,
he met her in the hall. She wore her hat, and the flush of color in
her face indicated that she had been walking fast.

"I'm glad I didn't miss you," she said. "You are going now, by the
Vancouver express?"

"Yes," answered Blake, stopping beside a pillar; "and I was feeling
rather gloomy until I saw you. Harding's at the station, and it's
depressing to set off on a long journey feeling that nobody minds your
going."

"Mrs. Keith will mind," smiled Millicent. "I'm sure you have her good
wishes."