It was useless to say any more.

I made up my mind to be misunderstood and discouraged, and to bear it.

"Good-night, my dear old friend," was all I said to Benjamin.

Then I turned away--I confess with the tears in my eyes--and took refuge in my bedroom.
The window-blind was up, and the autumn moonlight shone brilliantly into the little room.
As I stood by the window, looking out, the memory came to me of another moonlight night, when Eustace and I were walking together in the Vicarage garden before our marriage.

It was the night of which I have written, many pages back, when there were obstacles to our union, and when Eustace had offered to release me from my engagement to him.