She tried once or twice to go to the house, but the lights seemed so far off that she gave it up and sat quiet, unconscious, except of the damp stone-wall her head leaned on, and the stretch of muddy road.

Some time, she knew not when, there was a heavy step beside her, and a rough hand shook hers where she stooped, feebly tracing out the lines of mortar between the stones.

It was Knowles.

She looked up, bewildered.
"Hunting catarrhs, eh ?" he growled, eying her keenly.

"Got your father on the Bourbons, so took the chance to come and find you.