They heard the roar of the wind as the door was opened and closed.

The woman poured out another glass of milk and brought it to Gerald.
"A godless man, mine," she said grimly.

"If so happen as Mr.Wembley had come to these parts years ago, I'd have seen myself in my grave before I'd have married a publican.

But it's too late now.

We're mostly too late about the things that count in this world.