The darkness had closed in round them, and the monotonous drip of the fog from the branches quickened as it turned to fine rain.
"Oh, she never cared much for me," Giles managed to say, as he stirred the embers with a brand.
"She did, and does, I tell ye," said the other, obstinately.

"However, all that's vain talking now.

What I come to ask you about is a more practical matter--how to make the best of things as they are.

I am thinking of a desperate step--of calling on the woman Charmond.

I am going to appeal to her, since Grace will not.