along. In the Baron's room she had seemed scared and helpless; now
her reason and emotions returned. The further she got away from the
glamour of that room, and the influence of its occupant, the more she
became of opinion that she had acted foolishly. She had
disobediently left her father's house, to obey him here. She had
pleased everybody but herself.

However, thinking was now too late. How she got into her
grandmother's house she hardly knew; but without a supper, and
without confronting either her relative or Edy, she went to bed.



CHAPTER XIII



On going out into the garden next morning, with a strange sense of
being another person than herself, she beheld Jim leaning mutely over
the gate.

He nodded. 'Good morning, Margery,' he said civilly.

'Good morning,' said Margery in the same tone.

'I beg your pardon,' he continued. 'But which way was you going this
morning?'

'I am not going anywhere just now, thank you. But I shall go to my
father's by-and-by with Edy.' She went on with a sigh, 'I have done