He put out his hand, and, as she clasped it, Ann said, scarcely thinking:
"I am Ann Lytton. I arrived last night and may be here some time."
She saw a quick look of pain come into his readable eyes and felt his finger tighten on hers.
"Oh, yes!" he said, in a manner that made her catch her breath. "I know.... Your brother, isn't it, the young miner?"
At that the woman started and merely to escape further painful discussion, unthinkingly clouding her own identity, replied,
"Ned, you mean ... yes...."
"Well, if you're to be here long we will see you, surely. And if there's anything I can do for you, please ask it."
"You're very kind," she said, as she turned from him.
In her room she stood silent a moment, palms against her cheeks. Bayard's words came back to her:
"I didn't think you was married ... especially to a thing like that...."