"After that he took command, not roughly or familiarly, but he no longer
used the third person, as I had instructed him, in speaking to me. The
first time he said 'you' it sent the blood to my face. We were far up the
mountain then, and morning was upon us.

"I wish to be definite here. From the moment I saw him plainly face to face
the illusion was gone. Before, I had seen him by every light but daylight,
and generally in profile. The profile is not the man. It is the plan in
outline, but the eyes, the mouth, tell what he has made of himself. So
attitude is not speech. As a shape in the moonlight he had been eloquent,
but once at my side, talking with me naturally--I need not go on! From that
moment our journey was to me a dream of horror, a series of frantic plans
for escape.

"All fugitives on the coast must put to sea. The Oakland ferry would
have answered my purpose. I would never have been seen with him in the
city--alive.

"But at Colfax we met your husband. He knows--you know--the rest."

* * * * *

In thinking of the one who had first pitied her, pity for herself overcame
her, and the proud penitent broke down.

Mr. and Mrs. Thorne sat in the shy silence of older persons who are past
the age of demonstrative sympathy. The girl rose, and as she passed her
hostess she put out her hand. Mrs. Thorne took it quickly and followed her.
They found a seat by themselves in a dark corner of the porch.