Hagar saw the two figures disappear down the long vista of groined arches.
"I wish to heaven I could see how this will all end," he muttered. Then he
joined Baron and Mildred Margrave.

Telford and Mrs. Detlor passed out upon a little bridge spanning the
stream, still not speaking. As if by mutual consent, they made their way
up the bank and the hillside to the top of a pretty terrace, where was a
rustic seat among the trees. When they reached it, he motioned to her to
sit. She shook her head, however, and remained standing close to a tree.

"What you wish to say--for I suppose you do wish to say something--will be
brief, of course?"

He looked at her almost curiously.

"Have you nothing kind to say to me, after all these years?" he asked
quietly.

"What is there to say now more than--then?"

"I cannot prompt you if you have no impulse. Have you none?"

"None at all. You know of what blood we are, we southerners. We do not
change."

"You changed." He knew he ought not to have said that, for he understood
what she meant.

"No, I did not change. Is it possible you do not understand? Or did you
cease to be a southerner when you became"--