In a few months he will be going out--he will be saying good-bye to you all.' 'And then ?' 'Is this a time to make him unhappy--to send him out with something on his mind ?--something that might even--' 'Well, go on!' 'Might even make him wish'-- her voice dropped--'not to come back.' There was silence.

Then the Squire violently threw down the pen he was holding on the table beside him.
'Thank you, Miss Bremerton.

That will do.

I bid you good-night!' Elizabeth did not wait to be told twice.

She turned and fled down the whole length of the library.