Upon arriving there, Nancy being engaged momentarily with Mary, who had heroically consented to be her maid of honour, Tom stole away by himself. Before the church the ridge sloped gently away, giving an unobstructed view of the valley. The evening was a perfect one, and Tom enjoyed one of those rare moments when one feels in complete accord with everything. All around him were the sights and sounds of bucolic tranquillity; and within, apart from the comfortable effects of the Dean's wine and cigar, were such melting thoughts as we may only guess at. Life was now just beginning for him--and how good it was! The sun died in ever darkening carmine. Tom flicked the ash from his cigar and held it up against the light. It matched perfectly. A long zeppelin-like cloud hung, apparently motionless, a little higher up. Tom moved his cigar up to it and cocked one eye. Again perfect harmony. But, even as he looked, the cloud thinned out at one end and spoiled it a little. Oh, well, it was perfect, anyway. Behind him came the strains of the church organ and the voices of the bridal party. They were calling him. He paused deliciously, drinking in the last moments of his freedom. And then, throwing away his cigar, he passed quickly up the hill and into the lighted church. * * * * * _NEW BORZOI NOVELS_ _FALL, 1922_ THE QUEST _Pio Baroja_ THE ROOM _G. B. Stern_ ONE OF OURS _Willa Cather_ MARY LEE _Geoffrey Dennis_ THE PROMISED ISLE _Laurids Bruun_ THE RETURN _Walter de la Mare_ THE BRIGHT SHAWL _Joseph Hergesheimer_ THE MOTH DECIDES _Edward Alden Jewell_ INDIAN SUMMER _Emily Grant Hutchings_ +------------------------------------------------------------+ |Transcriber's Note: | |The book title on the cover shows "Tutor's", while inside is| |"Tutors'"; and whereas "Woodbridge Center" is spelled thus, | |the alternative spelling "centre" is used elsewhere. | +------------------------------------------------------------+