"Mary!" he said, putting his arm about her.
"Yes, Quinny!" she answered so quietly that he could not hear her above the noise of the sea and the wind.
He raised her lips to his and kissed her.
"My dear!" he said again.
4
There was news of Ninian for them when they reached the Manor. Mrs. Graham, with his letter in her hand, met them at the door.
"He's coming home on leave," she said. "He'll be here to-morrow night. Then he's going out!..."
She turned away quickly, after she had spoken, and they followed her silently into the drawing-room. She stood for a while at the window, gazing down the avenue where the oaks and the chestnuts mingled their branches and made a covering for passers-by.
"I'll just go upstairs," Henry began, but before he could leave the room, Mrs. Graham turned away from the window and went to him.
"I've put you in your old room, Henry," she said. "How are you! You don't look well!"