All the better that merriment lies below it. Goodnight,
Miss Yule.'
He strode off and in a minute or two turned his head to look at
the slight figure passing into darkness.
Marian's hand trembled as she tried to insert her latch-key. When
she had closed the door very quietly behind her she went to the
sitting-room; Mrs Yule was just laying aside the sewing on which
she had occupied herself throughout the lonely evening.
'I'm rather late,' said the girl, in a voice of subdued
joyousness.
'Yes; I was getting a little uneasy, dear.'
'Oh, there's no danger.'
'You have been enjoying yourself, I can see.'
'I have had a pleasant evening.'
In the retrospect it seemed the pleasantest she had yet spent
with her friends, though she had set out in such a different
mood. Her mind was relieved of two anxieties; she felt sure that
the girls had not taken ill what she told them, and there was no
longer the least doubt concerning the authorship of that review
in The Current.
She could confess to herself now that the assurance from Jasper's
lips was not superfluous.
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