burn in my house, and that is where we are going."

"I can't do that," she said, looking very grave.

"You can't do anything else."

"I must wait for my brother. He's out somewhere in this storm, and if he
comes back and finds me gone--"

"Oh, your brother," said Geoffrey, "I forgot all about him. He's at my
house already. He sent me for you."

"Oh," said she, sighing with relief, and then added maliciously: "then
my plight was not revealed to you in a vision?"

"The vision is with me now."

She had to perfection, the art of allowing her mind to drift away when
she thought it advisable.

"And so you took poor Billy in?" she said.

Geoffrey coughed. "Well, in a sense," he answered.

She rose. "We'll go at once," she said. "Is it far?"

"Not very, but it is going to be hard work."

He felt more practical. His delight had slipped from him at the
realisation of her relationship to McVay. For a moment he felt