"Afraid!" For a moment they looked at each other, and she saw a little quiver touch his lips. "I shall come again to-morrow—to see the flower."
"Just one thing," he said. "I am a solitary. If you would not mention—to any one—"
"I understand," she answered.
He walked by her side to the bamboo gate. "I am glad," she said, "that I remind you of some one you liked."
"Perhaps it was some one I knew in a dream," he answered.
"Yes," she said. "Perhaps it was."
As she spoke she saw him start. She looked up. Across the temple yard, through the entrance torii, she saw the bishop coming up the lane. He was walking absorbed in thought, his eyes on the ground, his hands clasped behind him.
"Good-by," she said, and stepped through the gate.
But Thorn did not answer. At sight of the approaching figure he had drawn back abruptly. Now he turned sharply away into a path which led toward the temple. She saw him once glance swiftly back over his shoulder before he disappeared behind the hedges.