"A little," she admitted. "You see, the road is a public one. People are always passing, and--How good it was of you to come all this long distance out of your way. Indeed, I am very, very grateful, Mr. Cleek." "Thank you," he said gravely. "But you need not be. Indeed, the gratitude should be all on my side. I said I would come if ever you wanted me, and you gave me an opportunity to keep my word. As for it being out of my way to come here, it is but a little distance to the Three Desires and a long one to Lady Chepstow's place, so it is you, not I, that have 'gone out of the way!' It was good of you to give me this grace--I should have been sorry to go back to town without saying good-bye." "But need you go so soon?" she asked. "Lady Chepstow will feel slighted, I know, if she hears that you have been in the neighbourhood and have not called. She is a friend, you know, a warm, true friend--always grateful for what you did, always glad to see you. Why not stop on a day or two and call and see her?" A robin flicked down out of the cypress tree and perched on the gate top, looked up at Cleek with bright, sharp eyes, flung out a wee little trill, and was off again. "I'm afraid it is out of the question--I'm afraid I'm not so deeply interested in Lady Chepstow as, perhaps, I ought to be," said Cleek, noticing in a dim subconscious way that the robin had flown on to the church door and perched there, and was in full song now. "Besides, she does not know of me what you do. Perhaps, if she did.... Oh, well, it doesn't matter. Thank you for coming to say good-bye, Miss Lorne. It was kind of you. Now I must emulate Poor Jo, and 'move on' again." "And without any reward!" said Ailsa with a smile and a sigh. "Without expecting any; without asking any; without wanting any!" He stood a moment, twisting his heel round and round in the gravel of the pathway, and breathing hard, his eyes on the ground, and his lips indrawn. Then, of a sudden--"Perhaps I did want one. Perhaps I've always wanted one. And hoped to get it some day perhaps from--you!" he said. And looked up at her as a man looks but once at one woman ever. She had come a step nearer; she was standing there with the shadows behind her and the light on her face, warm colour in her cheeks, and a smile on her lips and in her eyes. She spoke no word, made no sound; merely stood there and smiled and, somehow, he seemed to know what the smile of her meant and what the bird's note said. "Miss Lorne--Ailsa," he said, very, very gently, "if some day ... when all the wrongs I did in those other days are righted, and all that a man can do on this earth to atone for such a past as mine has been done ... if then, in that time, I come to you and ask for that reward, do you think, oh, do you think that you can find it in your heart to give it?" "When that day dawns, come and see," she said, "if you wish to wait so long!" EPILOGUE THE AFFAIR OF THE MAN WHO HAD BEEN CALLED HAMILTON CLEEK