"Then you are going to live there?"
"Yes."
Arden's heart gave a sudden throb. Then he would see this mysterious stranger often. But he smiled half bitterly in the darkness as he queried, "What will she appear like in the daylight?"
Her next question broke the spell he was under utterly. They were passing through the village and the little hotel was near, and she naturally asked:
"To whom am I indebted for all this kindness? I am glad to know so much as that you are my neighbor."
Suddenly and painfully conscious of his outward life and surroundings, he answered briefly:
"My name is Arden Lacey. We have a small farm a little beyond your cottage."
Wondering at his change of tone and manner, Edith still ventured to ask:
"And do you know of any one who could bring my furniture and things up to-morrow?"
As he sometimes did that kind of work, an impulse to see more of her impelled him to say: