But he would be at Ritzen. He had cabled a month before that he
would meet her there if he could not get to Cape Town.

And now she was nearing Ritzen. Across the mysterious desolation
she discerned its many lights. It was a city in a plain, and the
far hills mounted guard around it, but she saw them only dimly in
the failing light.

Ritzen was the nearest railway station to the farm on which Guy
worked. From here she would have to travel twenty miles across
country. But that would not be yet. Guy and she would be married
first. There would be a little breathing-space at Ritzen before
she went into that new life that awaited her beyond the hills.
Somehow she felt as if those hills guarded her destiny. She did
not fear the future, but she looked forward to it with a certain
awe.

Paramount within her, was the desire for Guy, the sight of his
handsome, debonair countenance, the ring of his careless laugh. As
soon as she saw Guy she knew she would be at home, even in the land
of strangers, as she had never been at the Manor since the advent
of her father's second wife. She had no misgivings on that point,
or she had never come across the world to him thus, making all
return impossible. For there could be be no going back for her.
She had taken a definite and irrevocable step. There could be no
turning back upon this road that she had chosen.

It might not be an easy road. She was prepared for obstacles. But
with Guy she was ready to face anything. The adversity through
which she had come had made the thought of physical hardship of