Elizabeth and Alice Gaddesden stood waiting at the open door of the hall.

A motor ambulance was meeting the train.

They would soon be here now.
Elizabeth turned to Mrs.Gaddesden.
'Won't you give a last look and see if it is all right ?' Alice's weak, pretty face cleared, as she went off to give a final survey to Desmond's room.

She admitted that Elizabeth had been 'nice' that day, and all the days before.

Perhaps she had been hasty.
Lights among the distant trees! Elizabeth thought of the boy who had gone out from that door, two months before, in the charm and beauty of his young manhood.