Her hold on the man was as strong as ever; the affair was not ended.
There was silence for the next few minutes.

It was growing dark; the hills had faded to blurs of shadows, and the moor ran back, a vast, dim waste.

Then a twinkling light moved toward them up the ascending road.
Bland rose and pointed to it.
"I dare say the man has got the things he needed.

We'll be off again shortly," he said in his usual manner; and Sylvia was grateful.
In another half-hour the car was ready, and when Bland helped Sylvia in and wrapped the furs about her, there was something new in his care for her comfort.

It was a kind of proprietary gentleness which she did not resent.