She went on hesitatingly, almost shyly: "You remember the young man who lived opposite?
He has gone; but I think--I mean, it is just possible that he may come back." She was silent for a moment or two, as she asked herself whether she should tell this good friend of hers all that had happened on that fateful night; but she felt that she could not do so.

The secret did not belong to her.
"He may come back," she continued, in a low voice.

"And if he should, and you see him, will you give him a message that was left with me for him.

It is just, 'It is all right.'" "Certainly," said Mr.Clendon, without the least sign of curiosity, though his piercing eyes had been watching her face.

"Will you write to me, and tell me how you get on at--what is the name of the place ?--ah, yes, Thexford ?" "Why, of course I will.