"It would be dark before you reached home; dusk is already at the windows.

And you would be chilled through.

You've no business to be riding after what you've been through.

I'll bring my car to the door while you're putting on your things." A vague fear sent him out of the door quickly.

Ruth in his mind was like a figure projected far off in the landscape, occupied, distant, facing away; but Louise Graham was by, and despite his wish or will, or her knowledge, drawing his heart.