CHAPTER XXI.

HOW THE SCALES FELL After breakfast next morning, as Darville sat writing, Edris came in dressed ready for ski-ing. She wore black, with pale-blue scarf, and turn-overs of the same shade over her boots, and looked extremely smart. “I’m just off!” she cried with a flush of pleasure. “Karl is taking me for a little run. We’ll be back about eleven, and then we’ll skate. He is going to-night, but wants us to go down to Interlaken on Wednesday. His mother has invited me to go and see her.” Seton turned in his chair and,…