room, and for a moment thought he would go mad.

They meant him to marry her! Even she--she meant him to marry her! Her
tantalising inscrutability; her sudden little tendernesses; her quick
laughter; her swift, burning kisses; even the movements of her hands;
her tears--all were evidence against her. Not one of these things that
Nature made her do counted on her side, but how they fanned his longing,
his desire, and distress! He went to the glass and tried to part his
hair with his fingers, but being rather fine, it fell into lank streaks.
There was no comfort to be got from it. He drew his muddy boots on.
Suddenly he thought: 'If I could see her alone, I could arrive at some
arrangement!' Then, with a sense of stupefaction, he made the discovery
that no arrangement could possibly be made that would not be dangerous,
even desperate. He seized his hat, and, like a rabbit that has been
fired at, bolted from the room. He plodded along amongst the damp woods
with his head down, and resentment and dismay in his heart. But, as the
sun rose, and the air grew sweet with pine scent, he slowly regained a
sort of equability. After all, she had already yielded; it was not as
if...! And the tramp of his own footsteps lulled him into feeling that
it would all come right.

'Look at the thing practically,' he thought. The faster he walked the
firmer became his conviction that he could still see it through. He took
out his watch--it was past seven--he began to hasten back. In the yard
of the inn his driver was harnessing the horses; Swithin went up to him.

"Who told you to put them in?" he asked.

The driver answered, "Der Herr."

Swithin turned away. 'In ten minutes,' he thought, 'I shall be in
that carriage again, with this going on in my head! Driving away from
England, from all I'm used to-driving to-what?' Could he face it? Could
he face all that he had been through that morning; face it day after
day, night after night? Looking up, he saw Rozsi at her open window
gazing down at him; never had she looked sweeter, more roguish. An
inexplicable terror seized on him; he ran across the yard and jumped
into his carriage. "To Salzburg!" he cried; "drive on!" And rattling out
of the yard without a look behind, he flung a sovereign at the hostler.
Flying back along the road faster even than he had come, with pale face,
and eyes blank and staring like a pug-dog's, Swithin spoke no single
word; nor, till he had reached the door of his