"I am going home to sleep, but the look of that child
worries me."
"I kept it from her for sixteen years," he said slowly, "and she found
out by an accident."
"I never suspected, or I might have prevented it."
"No, I trusted too much to chance. I have always trusted to chance."
"I think," she said, "that you have trusted most to your good
instincts."
He smiled, and she saw that he was deeply touched. "Well, I'm trusting
to them now," he responded. "They have led me between two extremes, and
it looks as if they had led me into a nest of hornets. I've got them all
against me, but it isn't over yet, by Jove! It is a long road that has
no turning--"
They had descended the steps together, and walking a little way beyond
the drive, they stood in the bright green grass looking up at the clear
gold of the sunrise.
"There is a meeting to-night," she said.
"Of the strikers--yes, I may win them. I can generally win people if
they let me talk--but the trouble goes deeper than that.
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