The mockingbird sang on, but the garden appeared to darken and grow cold.

The place seemed filled with difficult breathing.

Then, before a word was spoken, Cary turned, made a slight gesture with his hand, and went away, disappearing between the lines of box.

The sound of his footsteps died in the direction of the stream and the dark wood.
Colonel Churchill moistened his lips and spoke in a thick voice.

"You scoundrel! Was it for this?
You are a scoundrel, sir!" "I have asked Miss Churchill to be my wife," said Rand, with steadiness.
"She has consented.