After so long an absence, it would have seemed only natural for his tenantry to greet Captain Stondon’s return with “three times three,” with arches, with banners; and most probably Phemie’s heart might have been gladdened by some ceremonial of this kind, had not Montague Stondon’s suicide rendered all thoughts of rejoicing out of the question. As it was, the pair came home through lonely roads to the park gates, where an old woman admitted them; and in the gathering evening twilight Phemie looked at the elms and the fir-trees till the loneliness oppressed her—till she felt thankful to escape at last from the avenue, and reach the house which she had never seen but once before.…
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