It was now past ten, and he supposed that Miss Mellerby had come in and gone to her room.

Why she should avoid him in this way he could not understand.

But as for Miss Mellerby herself, she was so little to him that he cared not at all whether he did or did not see her.

All his brightest thoughts were away in County Clare, on the cliffs overlooking the Atlantic.

They might say what they liked to him, but he would never be untrue to the girl whom he had left there.