Something had ceased.
It was the next evening before I came out on the terrace again.

The day had been more exquisite and the sunset more wonderful than before.

Mrs.
MacNairn was sitting by her son's side in the bedroom whose windows looked over the moor.

I am not going to say one word of what had come between the two sunsets.

Mrs.MacNairn and I had clung--and clung.