The deep blue eyes had acquired a certain quiet which had been
absent in the boyish face--the quiet that comes of a burden on the
heart; of the certain knowledge that the burden can never be
removed. Luke's life was not the only one that had been spoiled by
an examination paper. Examination papers have spoilt more lives
than they have benefited. A twin brother is something more than a
brother, and Fitz went through life as if one side of him was
suffering a dull, aching pain. The face of this man walking alone
on the terrace of the House of Repose was not happy. Perhaps it was
too strong for complete happiness--some men are so, and others are
too wise. This was the face, not of a very wise or a brilliant man,
but of one who was strong and simple--something in the nature of a
granite rock. Sandstone is more easily shaped into a thing of
beauty, but it is also the sandstone that is worn by weather, while
a deep mark cut on granite stays there till the end.

Fitz had no intention of going upstairs. He was not a man to take
the initiative in social matters. His instinct told him that if Eve
wanted him she would send for him. She had cabled to him to bring
the doctor. He had brought the doctor, and now he went out on the
terrace to "stand by," as he put it to himself, for further orders.
If, as the gossips averred, he was the Senorita's lover, he deemed
it wiser to relinquish that position just now.

As a matter of fact, however, no word of love had passed between
them.

Fitz was standing by the low wall of the terrace looking down into
the hazy, dim depths of the valley, when the further orders which he