"And no fetter on your soul," Farwell said so softly that only Boswell heard.
"I see," Priscilla childishly wandered on, "such a lovely trail leading, leading—where?"
"Where, indeed?" Boswell was watching her curiously.
"That is the beauty of it! I cannot see beyond the next step. All my life I have tried to keep my yearnings within bounds; now I—just follow. It's very, very wonderful. Some day I am going back to the In-Place. I shall find you both sitting by Master Farwell's beautiful fire, I am sure. It will be the still morning time, I think, and you will be so glad to see me, and I shall tell you—all about it!"
"Heaven keep you!"
Boswell's voice was solemn and deep.
"Life will keep her safe," Farwell said with a laugh. "Life will take no liberties with her. She got her bearings, Jack, before the winds knocked her. Let us both walk home with her. What sort of a night is it?"
Priscilla went to the window.
"It's rather black," she returned; "as black as the big city ever is. The mist is clearing; it's a beautiful night."