"Yes," I said.
"Where is she?"
I led him upstairs and tapped on Sonia's door.
"May Raney come in and say good-bye?" I asked.
Then I went downstairs again. "I shall smoke a pipe at the milestone," I called up to him from the hall.
A third pipe followed the second, and for the twentieth time I looked impatiently at my watch, jumped down from the milestone and gazed down the dusty road in search of O'Rane. It was past seven when at last I saw him, striding along with the dog at his side, swinging his stick and apparently guiding his feet only by the flat crown to the road.
"Hope I haven't been very long, George," he apologized, as he drew up alongside.
"It's a beautiful evening to be in the country," I said, luxuriously sniffing the warm scents of the evening air.
"The may's good," Raney murmured half to himself. "I'd give something to see the chestnuts and golden rain." Then he linked his arm in mine. "George, you oughtn't to have sent me back."