Dyce was still disinclined for talk; Constance, on the other hand, fell into a cheerful vein of chat, and seemed not at all to notice her companion's lack of amiability.
"I shall go by the 8.27," said Dyce, abruptly, towards the end of the meal.
"Yes, that's your best train.

You'll be at Alverholme before ten o'clock." After dinner, they sat together for scarcely a quarter of an hour, Constance talking of politics.

Dyce absolutely silent.

Then Miss Bride rose, and offered her hand.
"So, good-bye!" She spoke so pleasantly, and looked so kindly, that Lashmar for a moment felt ashamed of himself.

He pressed her hand, and endeavoured to speak cordially.
"Shall I hear from you ?" Constance asked, trying to meet his eyes.
"Why, of course, very soon." "Thank you.