350 'GOD'S PEACE'
filled it. If they loved you I would pity them, for their hearts mustj even while you gave them the most passionate words, have felt the disappointment of the void. If they did not love you no pity need be wasted on them. They found what they sought. Not one of them took anything of the happiness your love promises me.
' Have I,' asked Greta, ' been wrong in not worry- ing about your past .-' '
But without answering, I knelt down and laid my head in her lap.
FEBHUARY.
XXX T T is, as Greta says, there is something viTong J. with the old miller.
We have discovered that several times of late while we have been out, he has crept over to the mill. We became suspicious from some vague words he said, and the other day we saw him just as he came out. He crept along hke one afraid of being surprised, turned the key very quietly, and listened to every step.
We have been inside the mill to see if we can discover what he is doing, but everything was apparently untouched.
In reality there is nothing curious in the fact that the old man now and again wishes to move about in the mill, which holds so many memories for him. But what is curious is the way in which he pays his secret visits, and the care with which he tries to hide them from us. At the same time, saying things which betray him.
