And there is a woman with him, or--" "Or--" The same thought was in their eyes again.

And again neither gave voice to it.

Carefully Philip was gathering up the strands of hair, winding them about his forefinger, and placing them afterward in a leather wallet which he took from his pocket.

Then, quite casually, he loaded his pipe and lighted it.

He went to the door, opened it, and for a few moments stood listening to the screech of the wind over the Barren.
Pierre, still seated at the table, watched him attentively.