Mrs.Denys.

Good-bye!" She was gone.

He heard the light feet running up the wet gravel drive and then the quick opening of a door.

It closed again immediately, with decision, and he stood alone in the wintry dusk.
Caesar crept to him and grovelled abjectly in the mud.

The young man stood motionless, staring at the Vicarage gates, a slight frown between his brows.