The Squire pressed his hand, too moved to speak. He turned abruptly, walked to the door, and opened it.
“Mary—Mary—I want you.”
She must have known that she would be wanted, for she had remained near him. Her voice floated through the open door:
“I am coming, Geoffrey.”
Lady Pomfret entered. She glanced at her husband’s face, and then at Fishpingle standing erect near the desk. Sir Geoffrey closed the door. He was not a man to do things grudgingly. The scales had fallen from his eyes. He saw Fishpingle as clearly as his wife saw him. In a firm voice, he said to Lady Pomfret:
“Mary—I surrender unconditionally.”
THE END
By HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL
NOVELS