He turned and almost ran into Mr. Quin. In an agitated manner, Mr. Satterthwaite caught him by the arm and drew him aside.
"It was you," he said. "It was you who were with ht just now?"'
Mr. Quin waited a minute and then said gently--
"You can put it that way, if you like."
"And the maid didn't see you?"
"The maid didn't see me."
"But , I did. Why was that?"
"Perhaps, as a result of the price you have paid, you see things that other people--do not."
Mr. Satterthwaite looked at him uncomprehendingly for a minute or two. Then he began suddenly to quiver all over like an aspen leaf.
"What is this place?" he whispered. "What is this-- place?"
"I told you earlier to-day. It is my lane."
"A Lovers Lane," murmured Mr. Satterthwaite. "And people pass along it."
"Most people, sooner or later."
"And at the end of it--what do they find?" Mr. Quin smiled. His voice was very gentle. He pointed at the ruined cottage above them.
"The house of their dreams--or a rubbish heap--who shall say?"
Mr. Satterthwaite looked up at him suddenly. A wild rebellion surged over him. He felt cheated, defrauded.
"But I---." is voice shook. "I have never passed down your lane..."
"And do you regret?"
Mr. Satterthwaite quailed. Mr. Quin seemed to have loomed to enormous proportions... Mr. Satterthwaite had a vista of. something at once menacing and terrifying... Joy, Sorrow, Despair.
And his comfortable little soul shrank back appalled.
"Do you regret?" Mr. Quin repeated his question. There was something terrible about him.
"No," Mr. Satterthwaite stammered. "N-no."
And then suddenly he rallied.
"But I see things," He cried. "I may have been only a looker-on at life--but I see things that other people do not. You said so yourself, Mr. Quin..."
But Mr. Quin had vanished.
The End
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