‘I am afraid we must get in now,’ he said, with a start, waking up. The long summer evening had just begun to wane, the first shadow coming into it from the east. Still all was bright, a high festival of colour where the sunset had been, over the glowing sea towards the west; but from the land the first chill of grey was already afloat, that told the approach of night. There was very little wind, but that was dead against their return, and so when Oswald took to the oars was the tide, which swept him round the horn of the bay with a special force of suction which he was not acquainted with. ‘All right,’ he said, ‘don’t look frightened; we’ll let ourselves drift past with the tide, and then run into the next little place. It is always a stopping train, and don’t you remember we passed all those villages coming down?’ ‘But we did not stop,’ cried Agnes, dismayed. ‘The last train stops everywhere,’ said the young man; ‘you are not cold? Put your cloak round you; and ah, yes, the bonnet must go on again. I shall always love the bonnet. Yes, you shall keep one in your wardrobe, always; there is nothing like it. “The holy time is quiet as a nun----”’ ‘Oh,’ she said, ‘please do not think of anything but to get back; if we should miss our train----’ ‘Is not this worth even missing a train?’ he said, still looking at her. He was rowing indeed, and at last the boat was making way; but what did he care? He was too happy to think about a train. But then, heaven help her, what was to become of _her_ if this train was missed? Her face grew pale, then crimson, with the terrible thought. ‘Oh, please, please! do not delay; yes, it has been delightful; but my train! What should I do? What would they say? Oh, for heaven’s sake--for pity’s sake!’ ‘If you said for love’s sake--for your sake, Agnes----’ ‘Ah, I do!’ she said, clasping her hands; and he looked at her smiling, with eyes she could scarcely meet. He rowed, it is true--yes, rowed at last with a little energy; but still smiled and talked, and would not see the anxiety that began to devour her. What was it to him? But to _her_! She looked at him with beseeching eyes.