"You may some day."
"It is true," she resumed. "All that you saw, all that you heard Austen Hawke say, all that I have told you--every word of it is true."
She turned from him and went back into the room, while Gordon sank upon the low coping of the garden fence.
The girl came out to him again after a while.
"Have you seen my shawl? I can't find it."
"Did you bring it away from the Inn?" Gordon asked, dully.
The question made Kate start. She must have left it there.
"Never mind," Gordon said; "I will get it back with the letters."
He passed through the porch and took down a lanthorn from a nail in the wall.
"I will come up with you to the head of the Pass."