He shook his fist impotently at the sturdy barrier
between them. "Until to-night, then," he mur-
mured, and a sonile of triumph lit up his face.
He had turned away and was going toward the gate,
when a carriage stopped before it and Madge alighted,
fagged and weary, and not at all pleased to see him
there. She did not trouble to hide her dislike of him,
and ignored the hand he dared to offer her.
