I'm all right.' And home they sped, hand in hand, silently.

The little room when they re-entered it was bright with firelight, because kind Mrs.Weston had thought the flight chilly, and the white table laid out for them--its pretty china and simple fare--tempted and cheered them with its look of home.

But Nelly lay on the sofa afterwards very pale, though smiling and talking as usual.

And through the night she was haunted, sleeping and waking, by the image of the solitary boat rocking gently on the moonlit lake, the water lapping its sides.

She saw herself and George adrift in it--sailing into--disappearing in--that radiance of silver light.
Sleepily she hoped that Sir William Farrell would not forget his promise..