She had withdrawn herself into it from the company of her fellow-travellers, as into a private chamber; it was familiar and near.

Nor would Wogan have desired, now that she had the knowledge, to deprive her of it, but he knew it instinctively for a dangerous thing.

He drove on in silence while the stars paled in the heavens and a grey, pure light crept mistily up from the under edges of the world, and the morning broke hard and empty and cheerless.

Wogan suddenly drew in the reins and stopped the cart.
"There is a high wall behind us.

It stretches across the fields from either side," said he.