her Sunday dishes waiting."

He stood up and turned his sightless face towards the view.

"Ah, how well I know it," he said. "When Miss Gray and I sit up here,
she tells me all she sees, and I tell her what she does not see, but
what I know is there. She is keen on art, and on most of the things I
care about. I must ask for an arm, Brand, though the path is wide and
good. I cannot risk a tumble. I have come one or two awful croppers,
and I promised Miss Gray--The path is wide. Yes, we can walk two
abreast, three abreast if necessary. It is well we had this good path
made. It used to be a steep scramble."

"Three abreast," said the doctor. "So we could--if necessary." He
stepped back and raised Jane from her seat, drawing her cold hand
through his left arm. "Now, my dear fellow, my right arm will suit you
best; then you can keep your stick in your right hand."

And thus they started down through the wood, on that lovely Sabbath
morn of early summer; and the doctor walked erect between those two
severed hearts, uniting, and yet dividing them.

Just once Garth paused and listened. "I seem to hear another footstep,"
he said, "besides yours and mine."

"The wood is full of footsteps," said the doctor, "just as the heart is
full of echoes. If you stand still and listen you can hear what you
will in either."

"Then let us not stand still," said Garth, "for in old days, if I was
late for lunch, Margery used to spank me."

CHAPTER XXVI

HEARTS MEET IN SIGHTLESS LAND

"It will be absolutely impossible, Miss Gray, for me ever to tell you
what I think of this that you have done for my sake."

Garth stood at the open library window. The morning sunlight poured
into the room. The air was fragrant with the scent of flowers, resonant
with the songs of birds. As he stood there in the sunshine, a new look
of strength and hopefulness was apparent in every line of his erect
figure. He held out eager hands towards Nurse Rosemary, but more as an
expression of the outgoing of his appreciation and gratitude than with
any expectation of responsive hands being placed within them.

"And here was I, picturing you having a gay weekend, and wondering
where, and who your friends in this neighbourhood could be. And all the
while you were sitting blindfold in the room over my head. Ah, the
goodness of it is beyond words! But did you not feel somewhat of a
deceiver, Miss Gray?"

She always felt that--poor Jane. So she readily an