I walked up and down in the dark, thinking about it all.

I could imagine how Rachel and John had met whilst I was still in Miss Sweetman's school-room.

There had been a quarrel, and then had come John's misfortunes, and they had never met again till that morning in the sunrise on the snow.

I knew the story as perfectly as if the firelight were printing it all over the walls for me to read.

And then I had risen up between them, and here I stood between them now, when all their mistakes had been cleared up, and all their old feelings revived.