Mrs. Ross and Jessie were in it, and there was a man's figure beside theirs—only one though.
The horse, moving at her slow, steady jog-trot, drew nearer.
Deirdre saw clearly the man who was driving. It was Davey. The Schoolmaster was not with him.
A panic seized her. She flew out to the road, the horse stopped automatically.
"Where's father?" she cried.
Davey stared at her. He scarcely knew her—this wild, white-faced creature with burning eyes and colourless lips.
"Hasn't he come?" she asked.
"No," he said slowly.
He got down from the buggy. His heart ached at the sight of her. He hardly knew how to speak. He moved to take her hands.
She shrank from him.