Chapter 16

He threw a pebble. It struck sharply on the glass. He threw it as if it were a signal of distress, because of the sudden pain of knowing that to-morrow there would be no bright Lent lily there. She opened the window and leant out. She had a white shawl on. Underneath he could see in the flickering candle-light a sleeve with frills—one of those new, extravagant nightgowns, no doubt. And it was only for two old ladies to admire! Oh, dear! ‘Good neet!’ he said abruptly. For now that she was there he could think of not…