Simply he stood and waited.

And, as if that silent gaze drew her, even against her will, suddenly at the top she turned.

Her own sweet smile flashed into her face.

She threw a friendly glance down to him.
"Good-night, Mr.Evesham!" she called softly.

"A happy Christmas to you!" And as if that were what he had been waiting for, Piers bowed very low in answer and at once turned away.
His face as he went out into the night wore a very curious expression.