She had bowed her face and was sobbing again. But suddenly she rose. "If I did not know you better," she said, "I should say this was revenge." "It would be but a poor one," he answered her coldly. She supported herself with one hand on the chair. "I have fallen very low," she said, "so low that I was weaker than I thought. And now, as you say, 'it is over.' Your hands are empty! Oh! it was a poor passion, and this is the fitting end for it!" She moved a little toward the door and stopped. "Good-bye," she said. In a moment more all that was left was a subtle breath of flower-like fragrance in the atmosphere of the bare room. It was an hour before he passed through the iron gates, though there had been nothing left to be done inside. He came out slowly, and having locked the gate, turned toward the Broxton road. He was going to the little graveyard. It had been a dull gray day, but by the time he reached the place, the sun had crept through the clouds and brightened them, and noting it he felt some vague comfort. It was a desolate place when there was no sun. When he reached the mound he stood looking down. Since the night he had lain by it looking up at the sky and had made his resolve, the grass had grown longer and thicker and turned from green to brown. He spoke aloud, just as he had done before. "It is done," he said. "Your thought was what you dreamed it would be. I have kept my word." He stopped as if for an answer. But it was very still--so still that the silence was like a Presence. And the mound at his feet lay golden brown in the sunlight, even its long grass unstirred. They left Broxton the next day and in a week he set sail. As the ship moved away he stood leaning upon the taffrail watching a figure on the shore. It was a girl in a long cloak of gray almost the color of the mist in which she stood--a slender motionless figure--the dark young face turned seaward. He watched her until he could see her face no longer, but still she had not stirred. "When I return," he said, scarcely conscious that he spoke, "when I return--it will be to you." Then the grayness closed about her and she faded slowly from his sight.