So that was Jane's vengeance! That was what Jane could do!
The sooner he and Jane and the baby were out of Mixham the better! What was there to stay for? He hated the whole place. Perhaps he might begin again somewhere else.
He would try, and he would—yes, he would—ask God to help him this time. Tom said that was the only way to keep straight, to ask for God's strength.
And Tom and Pattie had made it up that very day, in Jane's own kitchen!
CHAPTER XXIV.
THE SUN SHINES OUT.
As Reggie opened the gate of St. Olave's and glanced up at the familiar ivy-encircled windows, he felt as if a dream that he had often seen before, had come again to him, and that he should only wake to find himself back in the dull little sitting-room in Scotland, trying to find an uneasy rest on the horsehair sofa.
Mrs. Brougham was sitting in the bow-window; she always sat there nowadays, and there was reality enough in her pale, weary face. Almost the first smile that had lightened it since Maud had disappeared, came to it when she saw Reggie.
"Oh, Reggie!" she exclaimed.