Dark Days.
t was winter, dull winter, when nature rests and green fields are no more.
There was not much work to do now in the greenhouses at "the Rohais."
Frank was one evening taking a walk towards the Câtel Church.
He had some business to settle with his carpenter, who lived near "Woodlands."
Presently, a man who had dogged his steps for some time, exclaimed: "It's you, Mr. Mathers, I thought it was."
Turning round, Frank recognised Jacques, Mr. Rougeant's workman. He thought his heart had stopped beating, so sudden was the thrill of satisfaction that shook its tendrils.
"Yes, it is I," he at last answered; and he shook hands with Jacques as if he had been his most intimate friend.