"He would never deceive nor betray me," said Pamela, with a sigh.
"Poor little girl!" said her father, and then said no more.
A day or two later, as Lord Glengall was leaving Carrickmoyle, he was overtaken by Pamela.
"I'm coming with you a bit," she said. "I want to give the dogs a run."
"I'll be proud of your company. Shall we take the wood-path?"
"No," said Pamela, with a little shudder. "I hate the wood. Let us cross the bog."
"Why, what has come to you, child? I thought you were a perfect wood-nymph."
"I'm tired of the wood," said Pam, shortly.
They walked on till they were out in the road through the bog. Then Pamela suddenly spoke what was in her mind.