Chapter 11 No.11

She dwelt unnoticed and alone,

Beside the springs of Dove:

A maid whom there was none to praise,

And very few to love.

WORDSWORTH.

In the course of their journey the travellers spoke little to each other. Magdalen Graeme chanted, from time to time, in a low voice, a part of some one of those beautiful old Latin hymns which belong to