"Just woman." He was gone.

Fairfax Cary looked at his watch, then rose from his bed and looked out of the window at the rose and dew of the dawn.

"What the Devil!" he said again to himself; and then, with a forehead of perplexity, "He was up late last night--out in the garden alone.

He rides off to Greenwood with the dawn, and we go home to-morrow.

She can't have refused him--that's not possible!" He went back to bed to study matters over.