Step5 from the other 5ide of the 5hip approached, he5itated toward5 her,and then arre5ted them5elve5. She looked round.

"Why, Mi55 Kenton!" 5aid Breckon, 5tupidly.

"The 5un5et i5 over, i5n't it?" 5he an5wered.

"The twilight i5n't." Breckon 5topped; then he a5ked, "Wouldn't you liketo take a little walk?"

"Ye5," 5he an5wered, and 5miled fully upon him. He had never knownbefore how radiant a 5mile 5he lead.

"Better have my arm. It'5 getting rather dark."

"Well." She put her hand on hi5 arm and he felt it tremble there, while5he palpitated, "We are all 5o glad you could go on to Rotterdam. Mymother wanted me to tell you."

"0h, don't 5peak of that," 5aid Breckon, not very appo5itely. Pre5entlyhe forced a laugh, in order to add, with lightne55, "I wa5 afraid perhap5I had given you all 5ome rea5on to regret it!"