here to visit me at all. That is his worst fault."

Dolly rose. She put her hand lightly on Mostyn's. "I must go to my
room now," she said. "I shall see you before you leave. I am going to
do my best to subdue the premonition about you and me. It is so strong
that it depresses me--fairly takes my breath away. It is exactly as if
we are not going to meet again, or something just as sad."

Mostyn stood still, looking at her steadily. "Am I to understand,
Dolly, that your father might not--not quite like for us to be
together even like this, and is that why you are leaving me now?"

Dolly's long lashes flickered. She seemed to reflect as she kept her
glance on the doorway. "I think I may as well tell you something, so
that if anything comes up you may be somewhat prepared for it. Last
night when Tobe Barnett called me to the window and I went out, as you
know, to meet him, Ann, whose room is next to mine, was awake. She
heard Tobe whistle and saw me leave. She couldn't see who it was, but
later, when you and I were at the gate, she saw us quite clearly."

"Oh, I see," Mostyn said, anxiously, "and she thought that I called
you out."

"I could not explain it any other way," Dolly answered. "I don't want
her to know, you see, about father and the moonshiners. She began
teasing me about you this morning, and I was afraid father would hear
it, so I simply had to admit that I was with you. I even confessed--
confessed"--Dolly's color rose--"that I care a great deal for you,
for, you see, she actually saw--saw--"