There was only one man in the world for her—nothing could ever change that; she turned and went back into the house.
"Tommy isn't coming any more." she told Miss Chester the next morning.
She smiled as her eyes met the old lady's.
"No, I didn't send him away, dear," she added. "He just said he shouldn't come any more."
Miss Chester paused for a moment in her knitting. She was always knitting—a shawl that never seemed to be finished.
"I always said he was a thorough gentleman," was her only comment.
But Marie missed him during the days that followed. She had no scrap of love for him, but his friendship had meant a great deal to her, and left to herself she drifted back once again to restless depression.
Then at last a letter came from Chris.
"Knight is going back to London, so I may come with him. I hope you are all right, Marie Celeste. The time has simply flown up here; I was horrified yesterday to discover that I've been away a month."
There was no mention of Dorothy Webber or of Feathers.