The girl seemed tired and confused by the events of the day, and did as she was directed, indifferently, limply.

But when they entered the gates of Greyhope and travelled up the long avenue of limes, she looked round her somewhat eagerly, and drew a long sigh, maybe of relief or pleasure.

She presently stretched out a hand almost caressingly to the thick trees and the grass, and said aloud: "Oh, the beautiful trees and the long grass!" There was a whirr of birds' wings among the branches, and then, presently, there rose from a distance the sweet, gurgling whistle of the nightingale.

A smile as of reminiscence crossed her face.

Then she said, as if to herself: "It is the same.
I shall not die.