“A matter of temperament, perhaps,” he said. “You are inclined to be independent, aren’t you?”
“There have been things in my life—a very secret chamber,” she said slowly. “I think that some day I shall tell you about it, for I may need help.”
“I shall be glad,” he said simply. “You know that!”
She rose and shook out her skirts.
“Come,” she said, “it is too cold to sit down. I am going to take you to Onetree Farm. Mrs. Foulton must give us some tea. I have a reason, too,” she added more slowly, “for taking you there.”
CHAPTER VIII
THE MISSING LETTY
Macheson knew directly they entered the farm that Wilhelmina had brought him here for some purpose. For Mrs. Foulton straightened herself at the sight of him, and forgot even her usual respectful courtesy to the lady of the Manor.