I guessed he was your--your foster-father, as you called him; and I came to tell you how deeply I sorrow for you in your sorrow." He caught her hands in his and bore them to his lips, reckless of who might see the act.

"Ah, this is sweet and kind in you," said he.
She drew him back into the churchyard again.

Along the wall there was an avenue of limes--a cool and pleasant walk wherein idlers lounged on Sundays in summer after service.

Thither she drew him.

He went almost mechanically.