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had a handsome； aquiline face which looked very clever。 His talk was brilliantly witty。 When he spoke people paused as if they could not bear to lose a phrase or even a word。 But in the midst of the trills of laughter surrounding him his eyes were unchangingly sad。 His face laughed or smiled； but his eyes never。
〃He is the greatest artist in England and the most brilliant man；〃 Mrs。 MacNairn said to me； quietly。 〃But he is the saddest； too。 He had a lovely daughter who was killed instantly； in his presence； by a fall。 They had been inseparable companions and she was the delight of his life。 That strange； fixed look has been in his eyes ever since。 I know you have noticed it。〃
We were walking about among the flower… beds after tea； and Mr。 MacNairn was showing me a cloud of blue larkspurs in a corner when I saw something which made me turn toward him rather quickly。
〃There is one！〃 I said。 〃Do look at her！ Now you see what I mean！ The girl standing with her hand on Mr。 Le Breton's arm。〃
Mr。 Le Breton was the brilliant man with the sad eyes。 He was standing looking at a mass of white…and…purple iris at the other side of the garden。 There were two or three people with him； but it seemed as if for a moment he had forgotten themhad forgotten where he was。 I wondered suddenly if his daughter had been fond of irises。 He was looking at them with such a tender； lost expression。 The girl； who was a lovely； fair thing； was standing quite close to him with her hand in his arm； and she was smiling； toosuch a smile！
〃Mr。 Le Breton！〃 Mr。 MacNairn said in a rather startled tone。 〃The girl with her hand in his arm？〃
〃Yes。 You see how fair she is；〃 I answered。
〃And she has that transparent look。 It is so lovely。 Don't you think so？ SHE is one of the White People。〃
He stood very still； looking across the flowers at the group。 There was a singular interest and intensity in his expression。 He watched the pair silently for a whole minute； I think。
〃Ye…es；〃 he said； slowly； at last； 〃I do see what you meanand it IS lovely。 I don't seem to know her well。 She must be a new friend of my mother's。 So she is one of the White People？〃
〃She looks like a white iris herself； doesn't she？〃 I said。 〃Now you know。〃
〃Yes； now I know；〃 he answered。
I asked Mrs。 MacNairn later who the girl was； but she didn't seem to recognize my description of her。 Mr。 Le Breton had gone away by that time； and so had the girl herself。
〃The tall； very fair one in the misty； pale… gray dress；〃 I said。 〃She was near Mr。 Le Breton when he was looking at the iris…bed。 You were cutting some roses only a few yards away from her。 That VERY fair girl？〃
Mrs。 MacNairn paused a moment and looked puzzled。
〃Mildred Keith is fair；〃 she reflected； 〃but she was not there then。 I don't recall seeing a girl。 I was cutting some buds for Mrs。 Anstruther。 I〃 She paused again and turned toward her son； who was standing watching us。 I saw their eyes meet in a rather arrested way。
〃It was not Mildred Keith；〃 he said。 〃Miss Muircarrie is inquiring because this girl was one of those she calls the White People。 She was not any one I had seen here before。〃
There was a second's silence before Mrs。 MacNairn smilingly gave me one of her light； thrilling touches on my arm。
〃Ah！ I remember；〃 she said。 〃Hector told me about the White People。 He rather fancied I might be one。〃
I am afraid I rather stared at her as I slowly shook my head。 You see she was almost one； but not quite。
〃I was so busy with my roses that I did not notice who was standing near Mr。 Le Breton；〃 she said。 〃Perhaps it was Anabel Mere。 She is a more transparent sort of girl than Mildred； and she is more blond。 And you don't know her； Hector？ I dare say it was she。〃
CHAPTER VI
I remained in London several weeks。 I stayed because the MacNairns were so good to me。 I could not have told any one how I loved Mrs。 MacNairn； and how different everything seemed when I was with her。 I was never shy when we were together。 There seemed to be no such thing as shyness in the world。 I was not shy with Mr。 MacNairn； either。 After I had sat under the big apple…tree boughs in the walled garden a few times I realized that I had begun to belong to somebody。 Those two marvelous people cared for me in that way in a way that made me feel as if I were a real girl； not merely a queer little awkward ghost in a far…away castle which nobody wanted to visit because it was so dull and desolate and far from London。 They were so clever； and knew all the interesting things in the world； but their cleverness and experience never bewildered or overwhelmed me。
〃You were born a wonderful little creature； and Angus Macayre has filled your mind with strange； rich furnishings and marvelous color and form；〃 Mrs。 MacNairn actually said to me one day when we were sitting together and she was holding my hand and softly； slowly patting it。 She had a way of doing that； and she had also a way of keeping me very near her whenever she could。 She said once that she liked to touch me now and then to make sure that I was quite real and would not melt away。 I did not know then why she said it； but I understood afterward。
Sometimes we sat under the apple…tree until the long twilight deepened into shadow； which closed round us； and a nightingale that lived in the garden began to sing。 We all three loved the nightingale； and felt as though it knew that we were listening to it。 It is a wonderful thing to sit quite still listening to a bird singing in the dark； and to dare to feel that while it sings it knows how your soul adores it。 It is like a kind of worship。
We had been sitting listening for quite a long time； and the nightingale had just ceased and left the darkness an exquisite silence which fell suddenly but softly as the last note dropped； when Mrs。 MacNairn began to talk for the first time of what she called The Fear。
I don't remember just how she began； and for a few minutes I did not quite understand what she meant。 But as she went on； and Mr。 MacNairn joined in the talk； their meaning became a clear thing to me； and I knew that they were only talking quite simply of something they had often talked of before。 They were not as afraid of The Fear as most people are； because they had thought of and reasoned about it so much； and always calmly and with clear and open minds。
By The Fear they meant that mysterious horror most people feel at the thought of passing out of the world they know into the one they don't know at all。
How quiet； how still it was inside the walls of the old garden； as we three sat under the boughs and talked about it！ And what sweet night scents of leaves and sleeping flowers were in every breath we drew！ And how one's heart moved and lifted when the nightingale broke out again！
〃If one had seen or heard one little thing； if one's mortal being could catch one glimpse of light in the dark；〃 Mrs。 MacNairn's low voice said out of the shadow near me； 〃The Fear would be gone forever。〃
〃Perhaps the whole mystery is as simple as this；〃 said her son's voice 〃as simple as this： that as there are tones of music too fine to be registered by the human ear； so there may be vibrations of light not to be seen by the human eye； form and color as well as sounds； just beyond earthly perception； and yet as real as ourselves； as formed as ourselves； only existing in that other dimension。〃
There was an intenseness which was almost a note of anguish in Mrs。 MacNairn's answer； even though her voice was very low。 I involuntarily turned my head to look at her； though of course it was too dark to see her face。 I felt somehow as if her hands were wrung together in her lap。
〃Oh！〃 she said； 〃if one only had some shadow of a proof that the mystery is only that WE cannot see； that WE cannot hear； though they are really quite near us； with usthe ones who seem to have gone away and whom we feel we cannot live without。 If once we could be sure！ There would be no Fearthere would be none！〃
〃Dearest〃he often called her 〃Dearest；〃 and his voice had a wonderful sound in the darkness； it was caress and strength； and it seemed to speak to her of things they knew which I did not〃we have vowed to each other that we WILL believe there is no reason for The Fear。 It was a vow between us。〃
〃Yes！ Yes！〃 she cried； breathlessly； 〃but sometimes； Hectorsometimes〃
〃Miss Muircarrie does not feel it〃
〃Please say ‘Ysobel'！〃 I broke in。 〃Please do。〃
He went on as quietly as if he had not even paused：
〃Ysobel told me the first night we met that it seemed as if she could not believe in it。〃
〃It never seems real to me at all；〃 I said。 〃Perhaps that is because I can never forget what Jean told me about my mother lying still upon her bed； and listening to some one calling her。〃 （I had told them Jean's story a few days before。） 〃I knew it was my father； Jean knew； too。〃
〃How did you know？〃 Mrs。 MacNairn's voice was almost a whisper。
〃I could not tell you that。 I never asked myself HOW it was。 But I KNEW。 We both KNEW。 Perhaps〃I hesitated〃it was because in the Highlands people often believe things like that。 One hears so many stories all one's