Dowie had taken her from the church to the station and they had made the long journey together.

They had talked very little in the train though Dowie had been tenderly careful and kind.

Robin knew she would ask no questions and she dully felt that the blows which were falling on everybody every day must have stunned her also.

What she herself was thinking as she seemed to gaze at the sodden heather was a thing of piteous and helpless pain.

She was achingly wondering what Dowie was thinking--what she knew and what she thought of the girl she had taken such care of and who was being sent away to be hidden in a ruined castle whose existence was a forgotten thing.