"We have not seen the pictures, have we?" she asked in a lighter tone.
Farr stood looking down at her with earnest eyes.
"Miss Helen, if God is good to me, if all goes well, is there a welcome for me at the manor?"
She put out her hand to him, and he held it tightly for a moment.
"God bless you."
Some minutes later they descended the wide stairs, and, passing through the outer door, found themselves once more in the crowded thoroughfare. The short November day was drawing to a close, the wind was keen and sharp, and a flurry of snow filled the air.
"Now, Mr. Farr, I want you to put me in an omnibus, please, and you must not come uptown with me."
Then, as he demurred, she added, with a friendly smile:
"My mind is so full of thoughts, I would really rather be alone for a while. You understand, don't you?"
She turned on the steps of the omnibus to say: