He also was a war tortured man mentally and the torments he must conceal beneath a steady professional calm had loosened old shackles.
"Good God! If there is help of any sort for such horrors of despair let them take it where they find it," he found himself saying aloud to the emptiness of the stretches of heath and bracken.

"The old nurse will watch." * * * * * Dowie watched faithfully.

She did not speak of the dream, but as she went about doing kindly and curiously wise things she never lost sight of any mood or expression of Robin's and they were all changed ones.

On the night after she had "come alive" they talked together in the Tower room somewhat as they had talked on the night of their arrival.
A wind was blowing on the moor and making strange sounds as it whirled round the towers and seemed to cry at the narrow windows.

By the fire there was drawn a broad low couch heaped with large cushions, and Robin lay upon them looking into the red hollow of coal.
"You told me I had something to think of," she said.