Houghton's face turned black, and he was about to answer angrily, but
Cayley said: "On my honour—I will play a fair game," he said.
For an instant their eyes were fixed on each other; then, with a gesture for Cayley to follow, Houghton went towards the house.
Five, minutes later Houghton said to his wife: "Alice, a stranger has come."
"Who is it?" she asked breathlessly, for she read importance in his tone.
"It is the horseman we saw on the hillside." His eyes passed over her face pityingly. "I will go and bring him."
She caught his arm. "Who is it? Is it any one I know?"
"It is some one you know," he answered, and left the room. Bewildered, anticipating, yet dreading to recognise her thoughts, she sat down and waited in a painful stillness.
Presently the door opened, and Cayley entered. She started to her feet with a stifled, bitter cry: "Oh, Harry!"
He hurried to her with arms outstretched, for she swayed; but she straightway recovered herself, and, leaning against a chair, steadied to his look.
"Why have you come here?" she whispered. "To say good-bye for always," was his reply.