Go out with Berkeley," he added gently, laying his hand on her shoulder, "and sit down while we develop the other negatives.

You mustn't break down now, you know, when the storm has passed and the sun is beginning to shine." He held the door open, and as we passed out his face softened into a smile of infinite kindness.

"You won't mind my locking you out," said he; "this is a photographic dark-room at present." The key grated in the lock and we turned away into the dim gallery.

It was not quite dark, for a beam of moonlight filtered in here and there through the blinds that covered the sky-lights.

We walked on slowly, her arm linked in mine, and for a while neither of us spoke.