From time to time Giles cast his eyes across towards the bedroom window of South, where, by the flickering fire in the chamber, he could see the old man watching him, sitting motionless with a hand upon each arm of the chair.

Beside him sat Marty, also straining her eyes towards the skyey field of his operations.
A curious question suddenly occurred to Winterborne, and he stopped his chopping.

He was operating on another person's property to prolong the years of a lease by whose termination that person would considerably benefit.

In that aspect of the case he doubted if he ought to go on.
On the other hand he was working to save a man's life, and this seemed to empower him to adopt arbitrary measures.
The wind had died down to a calm, and while he was weighing the circumstances he saw coming along the road through the increasing mist a figure which, indistinct as it was, he knew well.

It was Grace Melbury, on her way out from the house, probably for a short evening walk before dark.