"Well, you were kinder to me than you knew. You left me a bunch of red berries lying in the road."
"Ah, but if I had known you were there!"
"Why," said Adrian, "you wouldn't have left me anything at all. You would have died first! You know you would! It was better as it was."
"Perhaps," she allowed.
"Anyhow, it is best as it is," said he conclusively, and to that she agreed; but her smile was followed by a quick little sigh.
"What does that mean?" he demanded, tenderly.
"Nothing," she said, "nothing, really."
It was nothing. Only, absorbed in picturing Adrian's mute farewell, she had passed the place where she first saw Reynold Harding, and had not spared him one thought as she went by. And she was never coming to Mitchelhurst again.
THE END.
Clay and Taylor, Printers, Bungay, Suffolk.