Egremont glanced towards the windows and murmured an assent. Thyrza moved a little nearer the door.
'I think I'll go, now I've seen everything.'
'I am going myself.'
She preceded him down the stairs. He watched her ungloved hand touch place after place on the railing, watched her slightly bent head with its long braid of gold and the knot of blue ribbon. At the turning to the lower flight, he caught a glimpse of her profile, and felt that he would not readily forget its perfectness. At the foot he asked:
'Do you wish to pass through the house? If not, this door is open.'
'I'll go this way, sir.'
She just raised her face.
'Good-bye, Miss Trent,' he said, offering his hand.
'Good-bye, sir.'
Then he opened the door for her. After standing for a few moments in the vestibule, he went to speak a word to the caretaker.