"It is what I should have expected to happen."
"What! Father Mahon?—Do you mean it ... it is arranged?"
"I know nothing. It may be coincidence. Speak no more of it. You have the facts to think of."
About them as they walked back in silence lay the quiet spring night. From the direction of the hamlet came the banging of a door, then voices wishing good night, and the sound of footsteps. The steps passed the end of the lane and died away again. Over the trees to the right were visible the high twisted chimney of the old house where the terror dwelt.
"Two points then to remember," said the voice in the darkness—"Courage and Love. Can you remember?"
Maggie bowed her head again in answer.
"I will call and ask to see you as soon as the household is up. If you can't see me, I shall understand that things are going well—or you can send out a note to me. As for Mrs. Baxter—"
"I shall not say one word to her until it becomes absolutely necessary. And if—"
"If it becomes necessary I will wire for a doctor from town. I will undertake all the preliminary arrangements, if you will allow me."
Ten steps before the corner they stopped.