Presently he saw something passing the trees--some vehicle, and it was going at a good pace out from the village.

Shod though he was only in slippers, he shut his door behind him, and ran across the college grounds to the road; but the vehicle was already out of sight, and on the soft mud he could hear no further sound.
Trenholme stood hardly knowing what to think.

He wore no hat; the damp, cool air was grateful to his head, but he gave no thought to it.

Just then, from the other way of the road, he heard a light, elastic step and saw a figure that, even in the darkness, he could not fail to know.
"Sophia!" There was fear in his voice.
"Have you seen Winifred ?" she cried.
"Winifred?
No," he called, back.
"What are you doing here ?" she asked, breathless.

She never noticed that he had called her by name.