"
"I do not understand Carl's part in it," said Diane. "Nor can I see--"
But whatever it was that Diane could not see was not destined for
immediate revealment. At the mention of Carl's name by her niece, Aunt
Agatha came unexpectedly into the limelight with a gurgle and fainted
dead away. Her white affrighted face had been turned upon Ronador in
fearful fascination since Diane had struck his arm. Whether or not she
had comprehended any of the talk that followed is a matter of doubt.
When at last, after an interval of flurry and excitement in the camp,
Aunt Agatha gasped, sat up again and stared wildly at the sympathetic
line of faces about her, Ronador was gone. When or where he had gone,
no one knew. Only Diane caught the whir of his motor on the road to
the north.
"It is better so," said Tregar compassionately. "Though his love began
in treachery, Miss Westfall, and drove him through the mire, it was, I
think, genuine. A man may not see his hopes take wing with comfort.
And Ronador's life has not been of the happiest."
"Excellency," said Philip who had been wandering restlessly about among
the trees, "I know that you are but an indifferent gypsy, and strongly
averse to baked potatoes, but such as it is, let me extend to you the
hospitality of my camp.
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