A man and a woman were walking close together,--the woman, it seemed, with her head against the man's shoulder; the man evidently with his arm about her.
There was no time for identities.

A second more and they had faded into the shadows.

Barry rose and started toward the darkened cottage, only to turn again into the road.
"Foolishness!" he chided himself as he plodded along.

"She doesn't know any one but Thayer--and what if she does?
It's none of my business.

She's the one who has the claim on me; I have none on her!" And with this decision he walked on.