Immediately afterwards, the old man's words were driven from my mind; for coming towards me, with hand outstretched, was Isabella Lethbridge. I saw a look in her eyes that I had never seen before.
"Are you mad, Mr. Erskine?" she asked.
"I expect so," I replied.
"Oh, but I did envy you!" and her voice quivered. "It must be glorious to have the power to move people, even though——" Then she stopped, as if she thought it unwise to utter the thought that had come into her mind.
"Good-night;" and her voice was like a sob as she went out into the darkness.
XV
HOW THE CHANGE BEGAN
"That was Lethbridge's daughter, wasn't it?" asked the Squire, as we drove towards my little house.
"Yes," I replied.