"Not all of them. I knew Vigil Strange and My Captain."
There was silence between them for a few moments.
"Have you the smallest idea," he asked suddenly, "how you are throwing yourself away?"
She coloured, and was about to answer, but just then a gust of wind caught a page of her sketch-book, and blew it over.
She laughed, glad of an excuse for changing the subject.
"The Fates have apparently decreed," she said, "that you are to see this sketch," and she held it out to him.
It represented a red-cheeked, sonsy-faced girl, standing before a mirror, trying on a plain little bonnet. On all sides were suggestions of flowers and feathers, and brilliant millinery; and in the girl's round eyes was an expression of positive horror.
Beneath the picture Mona had written, "Is life worth living?"
Dudley laughed.
"That looks as if there ought to be a story connected with it," he said.