It was Colonel Dewes, and her thoughts went back to the day when first, with reluctant steps, he had walked along that path, carrying with him a battered silver watch and chain and a little black leather letter-case.

Because of that memory she advanced slowly towards him now.
"I did not know that you were home," she said, as they shook hands.

"When did you land ?" "Yesterday.

I am home for good now.

My time is up." Sybil Linforth looked quickly at his face and turned away.
"You are sorry ?" she said gently.
"Yes.