great offices in the Strand and continued to make an account
of the future upon the omnibus which took them towards Chelsea; and
still, for both of them, it swam miraculously in the golden light of a
large steady lamp.

As the night was far advanced they had the whole of the seats on the
top of the omnibus to choose from, and the roads, save for an occasional
couple, wearing even at midnight, an air of sheltering their words from
the public, were deserted. No longer did the shadow of a man sing to
the shadow of a piano. A few lights in bedroom windows burnt but were
extinguished one by one as the omnibus passed them.

They dismounted and walked down to the river. She felt his arm stiffen
beneath her hand, and knew by this token that they had entered the
enchanted region. She might speak to him, but with that strange tremor
in his voice, those eyes blindly adoring, whom did he answer? What
woman did he see? And where was she walking, and who was her companion?
Moments, fragments, a second of vision, and then the flying waters,
the winds dissipating and dissolving; then, too, the recollection from
chaos, the return of security, the earth firm, superb and brilliant in
the sun. From the heart of his darkness he spoke his thanksgiving;
from a region as far, as hidden, she answered him. On a June night the
nightingales sing, they answer each other across the plain; they are
heard under the window among the trees in the garden. Pausing, they
looked down into the river which bore its dark tide of waters, endlessly
moving, beneath them. They turned and found themselves opposite the
house. Quietly they surveyed the friendly place, burning its lamps
either in expectation of them or because Rodney was still there talking
to Cassandra. Katharine pushed the door half open and stood upon the
threshold. The light lay in soft golden grains upon the deep obscurity
of the hushed and sleeping household. For a moment they waited, and
then loosed their hands. "Good night," he breathed. "Good night," she
murmured back to him.

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