He was aware of her quick light step, of the soft rustle of her skirts, of a wish to send her back, which his tongue could not voice; but he knew that it was sweet to follow her leading.

At the gate he took his bearings with a new assurance and strength.
"It seems that I always appear to you in some miserable fashion--it is preposterous for me to ask forgiveness.

To thank you--" "Please say nothing at all--but go! Your enemies must not find you here again--you must leave the valley!" "I have a work to do! But it must not touch your life.

Your happiness is too much, too sweet to me." "You must leave the bungalow--I found out to-day where you are staying.
There is a new danger there--the mountain people think you are a revenue officer.

I told one of them--" "Yes ?" "-- that you are not! That is enough.