On the way back to the Grange, Beatrice brought up the subject which she felt must be talked of and then dropped for good.
"How dreadfully mistaken I was about—the girl!" she said, hesitatingly.
"How did you find it out?"
"I haven't really found out anything; I'm afraid I can't explain. I suddenly saw the truth, and wondered why I had been blind."
"Do you mean——"
"I mean that I should never have left you, Craig dear. I know that you never saw that girl before in your life—but I did not know it until I saw you standing there, in the wheat, this evening."
Harding dropped the hand he was holding, and caught her to him.
"Dear!" was all he said.
"Can you explain what happened in Winnipeg?" she asked as they walked on again.
"No; I'm puzzled. But, for your sake, I shall not rest until I've cleared myself." Then, with a sudden shock, he remembered the wheat they had left. "But I was forgetting—I may be a ruined man."