31/33 His sudden silence as he looked round the empty forecourt in which we stood was eloquent. The cold light, faint and uncertain yet, was stealing into the court, disclosing a row of stables on either side, and a tiny porter's hutch by the gates, and fronting us a noble house of four storys, tall, grey, grim-looking. "Yes," I said, "we will go when--" And I too stopped. The same thought was in my mind. How could we leave these people? |