With these words, and one long, lingering look, he turned and left her. He had lacked the courage to speak of his father's bitterness and animosity. Who will blame him? Cynthia thought none the less of him for not telling her. There was, indeed, no need now to describe Dudley Worthington's feelings. When the door had closed she stoke to the window, and listened to his footfalls in the snow until she heard them no more. End of Project Gutenberg's Coniston, Book III., by Winston Churchill