There she sank down, her face hidden in her arms; there on the spot where she had first seen Crailey Gray.
From there, too, had risen the serenade of the man she had spurned and insulted; and there she had come to worship the stars when Crailey bade her look to them.

And now the strange young teacher was paying the bitter price for his fooleries--and who could doubt that the price was a bitter one?
To have the spirit so suddenly, cruelly riven from the sprightly body that was, but a few hours ago, hale and alert, obedient to every petty wish, could dance, run, and leap; to be forced with such hideous precipitation to leave the warm breath of June and undergo the lonely change, merging with the shadow; to be flung from the exquisite and commonplace day of sunshine into the appalling adventure that should not have been his for years--and hurled into it by what hand!--ah, bitter, bitter price for a harlequinade! And, alas, alas! for the brave harlequin! A gentle touch fell upon her shoulder, and Miss Betty sprang to her feet and screamed.

It was Nelson who stood before her, hat in hand, his head deeply bowed.
"Is he with you ?" she cried, clutching at the bench for support.
"No'm," answered the old man, humbly.

"I reckon we all ain' goin' see dat man no mo'." "Where is he ?" "On de way, honey, on de way." "The way--to Rouen!" she gasped.
"No'm; he goin' cross de big water." He stretched out his hand and pointed solemnly to the east.

"Him an' me we cotch de boat, an' yo' pa mek 'em taken de hosses on bode.