He was warm and breathless, still righteously indignant at the event, and half-ashamed of so degrading an encounter.

He found the girl standing statue-like, holding the bridle-rein, and looking into the distance with vacant eyes.
"Are you going back to Glenavelin, Miss Wishart ?" he asked.

"I think I had better go with you if you will allow me." Alice mutely assented and walked beside him while he led his horse.

He could think of nothing to say.

The whole world lay between them now, and there was no single word which either could speak without showing some trace of the tragic separation.
It was the girl who first broke the silence.
"I want to thank you with all my heart," she stammered.