of some sound or movement. But all was
still. A line of light showed only under the door where the boy who
was called Laurie Baxter stood or sat. At least he was not moving
about. There in the darkness Maggie tested her power of resisting
panic. Panic was the one fatal thing: so much she understood. Even if
that silent door had opened, she knew she could stand there still.

She went back, took a wrap from the chair where she had tossed it down
on coming in from the garden that afternoon, threw it over her head
and shoulders, passed down the stairs and out through the garden once
more in the darkness of the spring evening.

All was quiet in the tiny hamlet as she went along the road. A blaze
of light shone from the tap-room window where the fathers of families
were talking together, and within Mr. Nugent's shuttered shop she
could see through the doorway the grocer himself in his shirt-sleeves,
shifting something on the counter. So great was the tension to which
she had strung herself that she did not even envy the ordinariness of
these people: they appeared to be in some other world, not attainable
by herself. These were busied with domestic affairs, with beer or
cheese or gossip. Her task was of another kind: so much she knew; and
as to what that task was, she was about to learn.

As she turned the corner, the figure she expected was waiting there;
and she could see in the deep twilight that he lifted his hat to
her. She went straight up to him.

"Yes," she said, "I have seen for myself. You are right so far. Now
tell me what to do."

It was no time for conventionality. She did not ask why the solicitor
was there. It was enough that he had come.

"Walk this way then with me," he said. "Now tell me what you have
seen."

"I have seen a change I cannot describe at all. It's just someone
else--not Laurie at all. I don't understand it in the least. But I
just want to know what to do. I have written to Father Mahon to come."

He was silent for a step or two.

"I cannot tell you what to do. I must leave that to yourself. I can
only tell you what not to do."

"Very well."

"Miss Deronnais, you are magnificent...! There, it is said. Now then.
You must not get excited or frightened whatever happens. I do not
believe that you are in any danger--not of the ordinary kind, I mean.
But if you want me, I shall be at the inn. I have taken rooms there
for a night or so. And you must not yield to him interiorly. I wonder
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