When the station taxi had driven off, Elizabeth--with that cold touch of the boy's fingers still tingling on her hand--turned from the front door to see Pamela disappearing to the schoolroom, and the Squire fidgeting with an evening paper which the taxi had brought him from the station.
Elizabeth suddenly noticed the shaking of the paper, over which only the crest of white hair showed.

Too bad of Pamela to have gone off without a word to her father! Was it sympathy with the Squire, or resentment on her own account, that made Elizabeth go up to him ?--though at a respectful distance.
'Shall we finish the bit of translation we began this morning, if you're not busy ?' she said gently.

It was very rarely now that she was able to do any classical work after the mornings.
The Squire threw down the newspaper, and strode on before her to the library without a word.

Elizabeth followed.

Rain and darkness had been shut out.