" And as he lowered his head the queer numb feeling seemed to
go, and a calm came over his nerves and left him in peace. He did not
know what it might be, nor did he dare to question the change which
had come to him, but turned and slowly mounted the hill, with the awe
and fear still upon him of one who had passed beyond himself for one
brief moment into another world. When he reached his room he found his
servant bending with an anxious face over a letter which he tore up
guiltily as his master entered. "You were writing to my father," said
Cecil, gently, "were you not? Well, you need not finish your letter;
we are going home.
"I am going away from this place, Walters," he said as he pulled off
his coat and threw himself heavily on the bed. "I will take the first
train that leaves here, and I will sleep a little while you put up my
things. The first train, you understand--within an hour, if it leaves
that soon." His head sank back on the pillows heavily, as though he
had come in from a long, weary walk, and his eyes closed and his arms
fell easily at his side. The servant stood frightened and yet happy,
with the tears running down his cheeks, for he loved his master
dearly.
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