He held her in his arms for a moment, then he let her go, and stood on the bank watching her.
She sped across the meadows and entered the lane breathless.
Pausing for a moment to recover her composure, she went on to the gate and opened it.
As she did so a slight, youthful figure slipped out of the shadow and confronted her.
She uttered a slight cry and looked up.
At that moment the moonlight fell upon the face in front of her.
It was the same face in the miniature. The same face, though changed from boyhood to youth.
It was "Frank!"