But now--oh, go away, dear; for truly I cannot bear anymore.

I must be left alone." Garth loosed the strong fingers clasped so tightly round his knee.

He slipped the hand next to her along the stone coping, close to her foot.
She felt him take hold of her gown with those deft, masterful fingers.
Then he bent his dark head quickly, and whispering: "I kiss the cross," with a gesture of infinite reverence and tenderness, which Jane never forgot, he kissed the hem of her skirt.

The next moment she was alone.
She listened while his footsteps died away.

She heard the door into the lower hall open and close.