f the park," Carfax said; and when they
reached it he took her in his arms, holding her fast, as if he could not
bear to let her go.

They parted at last almost in silence, but with the tacit understanding
that they would meet in the glen on the following day.

Priscilla walked home through the lengthening shadows with a sense of
wonderment and unreality at her heart. He had asked for no pledge, yet
she knew that the bond between them was such as might stretch to the
world's end and never break. They belonged to each other irrevocably
now, whatever might intervene.

She reached the Abbey, walking as in a maze of happiness, with no
thought for material things.

Romeo came to greet her with effusion, and an air of having something to
tell her. She fondled him, and went on with him into the house. They
entered by a conservatory, and so through the shrouded drawing-room into
the great hall.

The girl's eyes were dazzled by the sudden gloom she found there. She
expected to meet no one, and so it was with a violent start that she saw
a man's figure detach itself from the shadows and come towards her.

"Who is it?" she asked sharply; and then in astonishment: "Why, Dad!"

Her father's voice answered her, but not with the gruff kindliness to
which she was accustomed. It came to her grim and stern, and she knew
instinctively that he hated the errand that had brought him.

"I have come down to fetch you," he said. "I do not approve of your
being here alone. It is unusual and quite unnecessary. You are quite
well?"

"Yes, I am well," Priscilla said. "But why should you object to my being
here?"

She stood still, facing him. She knew who had inspired this
interference, and from the bottom of her soul she resented it. Her
father did not answer. Thinking it over calmly later, she knew that he
was ashamed.

"Be ready to start from here in half an hour," he said. "We shall catch
the nine-thirty."

Priscilla made no further protest. Her father had never addressed that
tone to her before, and it cut her to the heart.

"Very well," she said; and turned to go.

Her deep voice held no anger, and only Romeo, pressed close against her,
knew that the hand that had just caressed him was clenched and
quivering.

VIII

HER SIMPLE DUTY

Priscilla left a hastily scribbled note for Carfax in Froggy's keeping.
In it she explained that she was obliged to go to town, but that she
would meet him there any day before noon