“But you're coming with me,” she said quickly.
“Of course,” he replied, although until that moment he had had no thought of accompanying her.
She held to his arm, as a matter of course, and without a word they crossed the three hundred yards or so to the Abbey door. Then she drew herself quickly away.
“Good-night,” he said in very matter-of-fact tones, “and don't you forget your promise.”
“No, I'll not,” she replied. She stretched out and touched his arm again in the darkness. “I'm sorry I scratched you, Mr. Larose,” she went on, “but I was just terrified when you caught hold of me.”
“Quite all right,” he laughed. “I've had worse things happen to me than scratches. Good-night.”
Larose made sure she had entered the Abbey in safety, and then, as the rain had now begun to fall heavily,
