‘I do not know what I shall say to Giles,’ he said, as we walked up the hill.  ’It will be very awkward for both of us, Miss Garston.  Of course I know that—­’

But I begged him not to anticipate the awkwardness.  ’You will be welcomed as we only welcome our dearest and best,’ I assured him.  ’Your brother’s heart has been sore for you all these years:  you need not fear one word of reproach from him.’  But he only sighed, and asked me not to walk so quickly; his courage was failing; I could see the look of nervous fear on his face.

We had arranged that he should accompany me to Gladwyn.  Gladys never left her room before twelve, and I thought that I could shut him safely in the dining-room while I prepared her for his arrival.  I knew Mr. Hamilton was never at home at this hour, but I had not reckoned on the disorganised state of the house, or the difference my brief absence would make in the usual routine.

I blamed myself for rashness and want of consideration when, on opening the gate, I saw Gladys crossing one of the little lawns around the house, with Max and Mr. Hamilton.  At my faint exclamation Eric let go the gate rather too suddenly, and it swung back on its hinges so noisily that they all looked round, and the poor boy stood as though rooted to the spot.  But the next moment there was the gleam of a white gown, and Gladys came running over the grass towards us with outstretched hands, and in another second the brother and sister were locked in each other’s arms.

‘Oh, my darling,’ we heard her say, as she put up her face and kissed him, and then her fair head seemed to droop lower and lower until it touched Eric’s shoulder.  I glanced anxiously at Mr. Hamilton.

‘Take her into the house, Eric,’ he said, in his ordinary voice; but how white his face looked!  ‘It has been too sudden, and she has fainted.’  And, without a word, Eric lifted her in his strong arms and carried her of his own accord to the little blue couch in the drawing-room, and then stood aside while his brother administered the usual remedy.  Not a look had passed between them yet:  they were both too much absorbed in Gladys.

She soon opened her eyes, and pushed away the vinaigrette I was holding to her.

’It is nothing, Ursula.  I am well, quite well.  Where is my dear boy?  Do not keep him from me.’  And then Eric knelt down beside her, and put his arm round her with a sort of sob.

’I ought not to have startled you so, Gladys.  I have made you look so pale.’  But she laughed again, and pushed back his hair from his forehead, and feasted her eyes on his face as though they could never be satisfied.

’Eric, darling, it seems like a dream; and it was Ursula, dear good Ursula, who has given you back to us.  We must thank her presently; but not now.  Oh, I must look at you first.  He looks older, does he not, Giles?—­older and more manly.  And what broad shoulders, and such a moustache!’ but Eric silenced her with a kiss.