At last there was the sound of footsteps, and a moment later Gabriel Druse came through the trees towards her.

His eyes were sullen and brooding.
"You have set him free ?" he asked.
She nodded.

"It was madness keeping him here," she said.
"It is madness letting him go," he answered morosely.

"He will do harm.
'Ay bor', he will! I might have known--women are chicken-hearted.

I ought to have put him out of the way, but I have no heart any more--no heart; I have the soul of a rabbit.".