Once or twice Nick spoke to her, and she knew that she obeyed his instructions, though what they were she could never afterwards remember.

On and on they went, flying like cloud-shadows on a windy day, yet--so it seemed to Olga--drawing no nearer to their goal, until quite suddenly she found herself staring at the great Priory gate-posts with their huge stone balls while Nick wrestled with the fastenings of the gates.
They opened before her, and she drove slowly through with a curious sensation as of entering an unknown country, though she had known the Priory grounds from childhood.

Nick clambered in beside her as she went, and then they were off again running swiftly up the long drive with its double line of yews to the house.
Memory awoke within her then, and she called to mind that day that seemed so long ago when she had encountered Violet, superbly confident, conquering the rebellious Pluto.

The cry of a gull came to her now as then, and it sounded like a cry of pain.
They came within sight of the old grey walls.

Silent and tragic, they stood up against the mist-veiled sky.