“And we will live together and make a life together, won’t we?” she pleaded.

“Ay!” he replied, striding on without looking round. “When t’ time comes! Just now you’re off to Venice or somewhere.”

She followed him dumbly, with sinking heart. Oh, now she was to go!

At last he stopped.

“I’ll just strike across here,” he said, pointing to the right.

But she flung her arms round his neck, and clung to him.