I succeeded in catching him in the hallway.
"Hempfield would not see these things as Miss Grayson does," he said.
"Nort," said I, "Harriet is Hempfield."
"I tell you, Miss Doane," said Nort explosively, "the only way to make a success of the Star is to publish the truth about Hempfield——"
"I think Anthy—Miss Doane—will understand," he said.
With that he rushed out in the dark. He made the distance to town, I think, in record time. It was well past nine o'clock when he arrived at the common, and the town was silent with a silence that broods over it only on Sunday nights. He went past the printing-office without looking around. It was in the neighbourhood of a quarter to ten when he arrived at Anthy's gate. An odd time for a call at Hempfield, you say! It was, indeed.
But there was a light in the window. Nort went up the steps and rang the bell. He had never before felt quite as he did at that moment.