possibility by arriving at the station at nightfall. What next? He
turned and looked at the soldier, a figure out of Hogarth, which even
dust and travel left unspoiled. It was certain that the two should meet
where John Osgood, squatter and romancer, should be prompter, orchestra,
and audience, and he alone. Vain lad!

When they drew rein the young man took his companion at once to his own
detached quarters known as the Barracks, and then proceeded to the house.
After greetings with his family he sought Barbara Golding, who was in the
schoolroom, piously employed, Agnes said, in putting the final touches to
Janet's trousseau. He went across the square to the schoolroom, and,
looking through the window, saw that she was quite alone. A few moments
later he stood at the schoolroom door with Louis Bachelor. With his hand
on the latch he hesitated. Was it not fairer to give some warning to
either? Too late! He opened the door and they entered. She was sewing,
and a book lay open beside her, a faded, but stately little figure whose
very garments had an air. She rose, seeing at first only John Osgood,
who greeted her and then said: "Miss Golding, I have brought you an old
friend."

Then he stepped back and the two were face to face. Barbara Golding's
cheeks became pale, but she did not stir; the soldier, with an
exclamation of surprise half joyful, half pathetic, took a step forward,
and then became motionless also. Their eyes met and stayed intent. This
was not quite what the young man had expected. At length the soldier
bowed low, and the woman responded gravely. At this point Osgood
withdrew to stand guard at the door.

Barbara Golding's eyes were dim with tears. The soldier gently said,
"I received--" and then paused. She raised her eyes to his. "I received