when I tell you you've more money than you looked for! You're a
tender-hearted young lady!"

"The only train I ever heard of on Sunday afternoon goes pretty soon,"
she said; and yet there was now an eager look of curiosity in her eyes
that belied her words.

He took no notice of her warning, but resumed now with mock apology.
"But I'm afraid I'm mistaken in the identity. Sorry to disappoint you,
but the estate I allude to belongs to Miss Cameron, who lived near a
locality called Turrifs Station. Beg pardon, forgot for the moment your
name was White, and that you know nothing about that interesting and
historic spot."

Perhaps because she had played the part of indifference so long, it
seemed easiest to her, even in her present confusion of mind; at any
rate she remained silent.

"Pity you weren't her, isn't it?" He showed all his white teeth. He had
been pale at first, but in talking the fine dark red took its wonted
place in his cheeks. He had tossed back his loose smoke-coloured hair
with a nervous hand. His dark beauty never showed to better advantage as
he stood leaning back on the door. "Pity you aren't her, isn't it?" he
repeated, smilingly.

She had no statuesque pose, but she had assumed a look of insensibility
almost equal to that of stone.

"Come to think of it, even if you were her, you'd find it hard to say so
now; so, either way, I reckon you'll have to do without the tin. 'Twould