Toward the end he said: “Are you going to chapel to-night?”

Her bosom heaved; she cleared her throat: she had to meet Frankl by the towing-path.

“I don't think I shall...”

Margaret!

“Why not?”

“I have something to do”.

“What?”

Silence.

“What?”

“Something”—with a stubborn nod, and pallor—“if I tell you something that should be enough”.