To the horizon sank the sun. Dick Dennehy turned to look at it again. As the glow faded, peace and quiet reigned. Very gradually evening fell. He lifted his hat from his head and stood watching the last rays, the breeze stirring his hair and freshening his brow. He stood for a long time very still, as he was wont to stand, quiet, attentive, obedient, at the solemn offices of his Church--the Church that was to him creed, conscience, and half-motherland. Suddenly his soul was at peace, and he spoke aloud with his lips, even as though in response to the voice of One walking in the garden in the cool of the day. "I must do what I must do, and leave it to the mercy of God." CHAPTER XXIX IN THE RESULT "On further inspection it turns out to be a perfectly corking house--a jewel of a house, Stephen!" Winnie had gone home, and Stephen was working alone at the Synopsis when Dick Dennehy walked into the room with these words on his lips. Stephen looked up and saw that something had happened to his friend. The embarrassed hang-dog air had left his face. He looked a trifle obstinate about the mouth, but his eyes were peaceful and met Stephen's straightforwardly. "In fact, there's only one fault at all to be found with it." "Give it a name, and Tora will put it right," said Stephen, in genial response to his friend's altered mood. Dick smiled. "I'm afraid Tora can't, but I know of another lady who can--if she will. It's a bit big for a bachelor; I'll be feeling lonely there." "Oh, that's it, is it?" Stephen laughed. "Now I rather thought it was, all along." At some cost to truth, he was carrying out Winnie's injunction. "You were so--well--restless." "I was. And Tora was cross with me, and you laughed at me, and then I got savage. But it's all over now--so far as I'm concerned, at least. You know who it is?" "Well, I almost think I can guess, old fellow. We're not blind. Winnie?" Dick Dennehy nodded his head. "I'll have it settled before I'm many days older." His mouth was now very firm, and his eyes almost challenging. It was evident even to the lover of discussion that here was a decision which was not to be discussed, one which only the man who came to it himself could judge. Stephen felt the implication in Dick's manner so strongly that he even retrenched his faint smile of amusement, as he held out his hand, and said, "Good luck!" Dick nodded again, gave a tight grip, and marched out of the room.