"All the Craigs were dark." They drove on in a silence not wholly free from embarrassment.

Through the carriage windows Henry caught glimpses of a world of hurry.

The streets, dark and dangerous with traffic, stretched far away and ended in a cloud of smoke.

"It will take time to realize all this," the young men mused, and meeting the upturned eyes of Mrs.
Witherspoon, who had clasped her hands over his shoulder, he said: "Mother, I hope you are not disappointed in me." "You are just like the Craigs," she insisted.

"They were dark.