Then, in a moment, before the latter had recovered his self-possession, Dare had darted to the dog-cart, and was driving away.
Charles looked after him in mixed annoyance and astonishment, until he noticed the butler's eye upon him, when he hastily retreated, with a heightened complexion, to the shrubberies.
CONCLUSION.
It was the last day of October, about a week after a certain very quiet little funeral had taken place in the D---- Cemetery.

The death of Raymond Deyncourt had appeared in the papers a day or two afterwards, without mention of date or place, and it was generally supposed that it had taken place some considerable time previously, without the knowledge of his friends.
Charles had been sitting for a long time with Mr.Alwynn, and after he left the rectory he took the path over the fields in the direction of the Slumberleigh woods.
The low sun was shining redly through a golden haze, was sending long burning shafts across the glade where Charles was pacing.

He sat down at last upon a fallen tree to wait for one who should presently come by that way.
It was a still, clear afternoon, with a solemn stillness that speaks of coming change.

Winter was at hand, and the woods were transfigured with a passing glory, like the faces of those who depart in peace when death draws nigh.
Far and wide in the forest the bracken was all aflame--aflame beneath the glowing trees.

The great beeches had turned to bronze and ruddy gold, and had strewed the path with carpets glorious and rare, which the first wind would sweep away.