As she crouched at the edge of the grove, two figures passed slowly across the clearing, along the bush-bordered path and into the shrubbery beyond.

John Ellery was walking with Grace Van Horne.

He was holding her hand in his and they were talking very earnestly.
Keziah did not follow.

What would have been the use?
This was not the time to speak.

She KNEW now and she knew, also, that the responsibility was hers.