August noon
He 's not that sort of man . '' She was in the summer-house with her brother and Barrie MacDonald when at last Somerled did come . She called to him gayly as he appeared round the corner of an immense architectural rose-bush , and he answered pleasantly . He even met her smile with a smile as friendly to the eye , and there was no definable change in his look or manner , yet -- Aline was filled with a cold fear which chilled the perfumed August noon . Her perception of the invisible was as sensitive as the needle of a compass to the thrill of the magnetic north . Her brain suddenly buzzed as if a hive of bees had been let loose in her head . A voice seemed to be yelling in her ears accusations : `` What a fool you have been -- what a fool you have been .