mother saw the shadow-like figure move across the line of her vision. At one moment, last winter, she had feared that he would not be able to come back this year, as troubles had arisen among his cattle-men. But, as was Oliver's way, he had kept his promise. That he had been able to so do was in no small measure owing to his partner, Gilbert Baynton. Gilbert Baynton--_Laura Pavely's brother_? Of that ne'er-do-weel Oliver had made from a failure a success; from a waster--his brother-in-law, Godfrey Pavely, would have called him by a harsher name--an acute and a singularly successful man of business. Lying there, her brain working quickly in the darkness, Oliver's mother told herself that the Pavelys, both Godfrey and Laura, had indeed reason to be grateful, not only to Oliver, but to her, Oliver's mother! It was to please her, not them, that Oliver, long years ago, had accepted the dubious gift of Gilbert Baynton, and the small sum Gilbert's brother-in-law had reluctantly provided to rid himself of an intolerable incubus and a potential source of disgrace. Godfrey Pavely was certainly grateful, and never backward in expressing it. And Laura? Laura was one of your silent, inarticulate women, but without doubt Laura must be grateful too. * * * * * At last Oliver left the ridge, and Mrs. Tropenell went on gazing at the vast expanse of luminous sky which merged into the uplands stretching away for miles beyond the boundaries of her garden. She lay, listening intently, and very soon she heard the cadence of his firm footfalls on the stone path below the window. Then came the quiet unlatching of the garden door. Now he was coming upstairs. Her whole heart leapt out to him--and perchance it was this strong shaft of wordless longing that caused Oliver Tropenell's feet to linger as he was going past his mother's door. Following a sudden impulse, she, who had trained herself to do so few things on impulse, called out, "Is that you, my darling?" The door opened. "Yes, mother. Here I am. May I come in?" He turned and shut out the bright electric light on the landing, and walked, a little slowly and uncertainly in the darkness, towards where he knew the bed to be. For a moment she wondered whether she should turn on the lamp which was at her elbow, then some sure, secret instinct made her refrain. She put out her hand, and pulled him down to her, and he, so chary of caress, put his left arm round her. "Mother?" he said softly. "This dear old room! It's years since I've been in this room--and yet from what I can see, it's exactly the same as it always was!" And, as if answering an unspoken question, she spoke in very low tones, "Hardly altered at all since the day you were born here, my dearest, on the happiest day of my life." His strong arm tightened about 

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