At four o'clock I heard the horn of the motor in the avenue, and rushed
forth to meet my love. She descended in dust-cloak and veil, and took
my hand in silent greeting, but Keene, who was also at the door,
whispered to her, and she walked away with him. I knew that he was
telling her of all that had happened to me--and of the real reason of
Marigold's absence.
She went to her room, and though I waited for an hour or more, she did
not descend.