I had to walk fast through the darkness to keep up with her.

The wood was quiet, but the frogs were beginning to croak in the pool, and their persistent chorus reminded me of the night when I had come to the house-door, hurt and worn out, and Clon had admitted me, and she had stood under the gallery in the hall.

Things had looked dark then.

I had seen but a very little way ahead then.

Now all was plain.