"You have come too late," she said, almost under her breath; and her voice was cold.
"Look at me, Pam. I have so much to tell you that you must hear. You must not be angry with me. We have been cheated and tricked. I wrote to your father to say I would come and ask for you, Pam, the road being clear."
"He never had your letter."
"It was not posted, Pamela. I must tell you, Pam, though it is hard. You have a right to know. My mother intercepted the letter."
"She detested me. I knew it from the first moment her cold eyes rested upon me."
"She does not like me, Pam, much. But that will not part us."
"Ah!" said Pam, and her voice was almost a cry. "But we are parted. She could not do it, but I have done it by my own act."
His foot knocked against the heap of trinkets on the moss.
"What are these, Pam?" he asked wonderingly.