When once I discover that a man or woman has told me a lie, I
never care to see their face again."
"I agree with you," said Lionel; "perhaps I even go further. I
would never pardon an air of deceit; those I love must be
straightforward, honest, and sincere always."
"Such a weight of truth might sink the boat," said Beatrice,
carelessly; but Lord Airlie's words had gone straight to her
heart. If he only knew. But he never would. And again she
wished that in reply to her father's question she had answered
truthfully.
The time came when Lillian remembered Mr. Dacre's words, and knew
they had not been spoken in vain.
Beatrice had taken off her glove, and drew her hand trough the
cool, deep water; thinking intently of the story she had just
heard--of Undine and the water-sprites--she leaned over the
boat's side and gazed into the depths. The blue sky and white
fleecy clouds, the tall green trees and broad leaves, were all
reflected there. There was a strange, weird fascination in the
placid water--what went on in the depths beneath? What lay
beneath the ripples? Suddenly she drew back with a startled cry
a cry that rang out in the clear summer air, and haunted Lord
Airlie while he lived.
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