Mr.Carlyle got over the stile, and handed over Miss Barbara.
"You need not come any further now," she said to him in a low tone.
"I should see you home," was his reply, and he held out his arm.

Barbara took it.
They walked in silence.

Arrived at the back gate of the grove, which gave entrance to the kitchen garden, Wilson went forward.

Mr.Carlyle took both Barbara's hands in his.
"Good-night, Barbara.

God bless you." She had had time for reflection, and the excitement gone, she saw her outbreak in all its shame and folly.