"Is there danger?"
"No.... I don't know if there is any danger."
"Will you be cautious, then?"
He turned and looked at her in the dim light. Standing so for a little while they remained silent. Then he drew a deep, quiet breath. She held out one hand, slowly; half way he bent and touched her fingers with his lips; released them. Her arm fell listlessly at her side.
After he had been gone a long while, she turned away, moving with head lowered. At the bridge she waited for him.
A red moon rose low in the east. It became golden above the trees, paler higher, and deathly white in mid-heaven.
It was long after midnight when she went into the house to light fresh candles. In the intense darkness before dawn she lighted two more and set them in an upper window on the chance that they might guide him back.
At five in the morning every clock struck five.
She was not asleep; she was lying on a lounge beside the burning candles, listening, when the door below burst open and there[pg 127] came the trampling rush of feet, the sound of blows, a fall——
A loud voice cried:—"Because you are armed and not in uniform!—you British swine!"—