"Granet, it will be to-night.

Are you ready ?" "Absolutely!" They stood by the open window in silence.

Nothing had changed.

It was not yet time for the singing of the earliest birds.

The tiny village lay behind them, silent and asleep; in front, nothing but the marshes, uninhabited, lonely and quiet, the golf club-house empty and deserted.
They stood and watched, their faces turned steadfastly in a certain direction.