"And you will not leave him while he is helpless ?" "No, I'll not leave him," said Carrington, giving her a steady glance.
"I am so glad, I--his friends will feel so much safer with you there.

I will send over in the morning to learn how he passed the night.

Good-by, Mr.Carrington." And still refusing to meet his eyes, she gave him her hand.
But Carrington did not quit the mouth of the lane until she had crossed between the great fields of waving corn, and he had seen her pass up the hillside beyond to the oak grove, where the four massive chimneys of Belle Plain house showed their gray stone copings among the foliage.
With this last glimpse of her he turned away..