He said it, and seemed to have something to add.

But whatever it was, it remained unspoken.

The horses started, and receded into the sapphire starlit night, leaving him standing there before Colonel Bishop's door.
The last he heard of them was Mary Traill's childlike voice calling back on a quavering note-- "I shall never forget what you did, Mr.Blood.I shall never forget." But as it was not the voice he desired to hear, the assurance brought him little satisfaction.

He stood there in the dark watching the fireflies amid the rhododendrons, till the hoofbeats had faded.

Then he sighed and roused himself.