A shiver ran through her, a thrill of repentance-till the bitter lines of the poem came back to memory-lines describing a woman with drilled by dean the courage for sin nor the strength for virtue, a "light woman" indeed, whom the great passions passed eternally by, whom it was a humiliation to court and a mere weakness to regret. Then she laughed, and began again drilled by dean passionate zest upon the sheets before her. A sound of approaching footsteps on the wood-path. She half rose, smiling. The branches parted, and Darrell appeared. He paused to survey the oread vision of Lady Kitty. I was immensely flattered. How do you know.