He accompanied her as far as the lichgate and then raised his hat.
"I won't go any further, Miss Challoner," he said. "I'm in a meditative mood and will take a look round this old place. I hope to see you again soon at the Grange."
"The Grange?" she questioned, looking at him inquiringly.
"Yes, I'm coming to see the Squire about painting his portrait you know."
"Of course," she replied quickly. "I remember Patience told me."
"Patience," he asked in a startled tone, "did you say Patience?"
"Yes, Patience Allerby, the housekeeper," said Una gaily. "How pale you look, just as if you had seen a ghost--I dare say it's the effect of the church and music; good-bye, at present," and she walked quickly away.
He raised his hat mechanically and stood staring at the ground, looking pale and haggard.
"Patience Allerby," he said in a low voice. "After all these years--Patience Allerby."