"Go on!" he cried, sternly, as the chauffeur hesitated. "Miss Strange is quite ready. She must go."
Standing by the curb, he watched the motor glide off into the misty, lamplit darkness. He was watching it still, as it overtook the carriage in which Norrie Ford had just driven away. As the two vehicles passed abreast out of his range of vision, he knew they were bearing Ford and Miriam side by side into Life.