hallowed spots lies mingled the dust of every one of them.

So Godfrey felt in that hour and the same influences impinged upon and
affected even the girl's bold, denying soul. She acknowledged them to
herself, and after a woman's way, turned and almost fiercely laid the
blame upon her companion.

"You have infected me with your silly superstitions," she said,
stamping her foot as they shut and locked the door of the church. "I
feel afraid of something, I don't know what, and I was never afraid of
anything before."

"What superstitions?" he asked, apologetically. "I don't remember
mentioning any."

"There is no need for you to mention them, they ooze out of you. As
though I could not read your mind! There's no need for you to talk to
tell me what you are thinking of, death--and separations which are as
bad, and unknown things to come, and all sorts of horrors."

"That's odd," he remarked, still without emotion, for he was used to
these attacks from Isobel which, as he knew, when she was upset,
always meant anything but what she said, "for as a matter of fact I
was thinking of a separation. I am going away, Isobel, or rather, my
father is sending me away."

He turned, and pointing to the stormy western sky where the day died
in splendour, added simply in the poetic imagery that so often springs
to the lips of youth: