She turned quite around and there stood Daddy Dan, perfectly erect, quite indifferent, to all seeming, as to her choice.
She went to him with a rush and caught at his hands.
"Oh, Daddy Dan, I don't want to go.

Don't you want Joan ?" He laid a hand upon her head, and she felt the tremor of his fingers; the wolf-dog lay down at her feet and looked up in her face; Satan, from the shadows beyond, whinnied again.
After that there was not a word spoken, for Kate looked at the picture of the three, saw the pity in the eyes of Whistling Dan, saw the wonder in the eyes of Joan, saw the truth of all she had lost.

She turned towards the entrance and went out, her head bowed, stumbling over the pebbles..