Thank you, Lord Mount Dunstan, for showing me the place, and thank you for undeceiving me." He held the side gate open for her and lifted his cap as she passed through.

He admitted to himself, with some reluctance, that he was not content that she should go even yet, but, of course, she must go.

There passed through his mind a remote wonder why he had suddenly unbosomed himself to her in a way so extraordinarily unlike himself.

It was, he thought next, because as he had taken her about from one place to another he had known that she had seen in things what he had seen in them so long--the melancholy loneliness, the significance of it, the lost hopes that lay behind it, the touching pain of the stateliness wrecked.

She had shown it in the way in which she tenderly looked from side to side, in the very lightness of her footfall, in the bluebell softening of her eyes.