"I remember more," he went on, wrenching each word out as if by a strong effort of will. "The shock, and, perhaps, previous seeds of disease, were too much for her father; he died the day before we landed. She was alone in the world, she had no protector, and I--I married her at once, to protect her." A sparrow flew up into the lattice outside the arbor without noticing the pair within, so dead was the stillness which now fell upon them. At length Columbine rose and stood an instant by the table which had been between them. She wavered an instant, then stooped and kissed him upon the forehead. Then without a word she turned from the arbor and fled swiftly to the house. VI. Left alone in the summer-house Tom's first feeling was a great throb of joy; but it gave place almost instantly to an aching pang of misery. To be assured of Columbine's love would have been intense happiness an hour before; now it could only add to his pain. He raged against the toils in which fate had entangled him, yet defiance to helplessness and every paroxysm of rage at destiny ended in a new and humiliating consciousness of his own impotence. He felt like one who walked blindfolded, with light granted him, not to avoid missteps, but merely to see them after they were taken. One thing at least was clear to Tom,--that he must leave the Dysart mansion. To go on seeing Columbine day after day, with the knowledge at once of their love and of the barrier that stood between them, was a position too painful and too anomalous to be endured. Both for his own sake and for Miss Dysart's it was necessary that he delay no longer. Where he was going he was not at all clear; that he left to circumstances to decide. He quitted the arbor and walked toward the house, so intent upon his painful thoughts that at a turning of the path he ran plump against old Sarah, who was hurrying along with a face full of anxiety. "Oh, mercy gracious, Mr. Thomas!" the faithful creature cried; "I'm sure I beg your pardon! But you look as if you'd seen a ghost!" "So I have," he answered. "Where are you going with that spade?" "To the salt meadows," she answered. "The fire's sure to come into the lower garden if we don't ditch it, and if it does, there'll be no stopping it from the house." "What!" exclaimed Tom. "Where are the men?" "There ain't no men," old Sarah returned, philosophically. "Why should there be?" "But you are not going down to ditch alone?" "'D I be likely to stop in-doors and let the house where I've lived fifty years burn over my head?" demanded she, grimly. "Give me the spade," was his reply. "A little work will do me good." Old Sarah remonstrated, but it ended in the strangely matched pair going together to the meadows below.