But they had been too overcome with love to think of anything practical in those last moments, and now the only thing would be for him to go again to-night to the tree, and hope that she would meet him there.

But the sky was clouding over, and rain looked quite ready to fall.

As a last resource he could send Demetrius--his own valet he would not have trusted a yard.
The rain kept off for his journey to Bristol, and his business was got through with rapidity.

And if the registrar did connect the name of John Derringham, barrister-at-law, of the Temple, London, with John Derringham, the Under-Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, he was a man of discretion and said nothing about it.
It was quite late when Mr.Carlyon's guest returned to his roof--cross-country trains were so tiresome--and it had just begun to pour with rain, so there was no use expecting that Halcyone would be there by the tree.

And bed, with a rather feverish sensation of disappointment, seemed John Derringham's portion.
Halcyone had passed a day of happy tranquillity.