Leslie Oakley heard of their coming, and with her own hands re-opened and refurnished the little cottage in the yard for them.  There the white-haired woman begged them to spend the rest of their days and be in peace and comfort.  It was the only amend she could make.  As much to satisfy her as to settle themselves, they took the cottage, and many a night thereafter they sat together with clasped hands listening to the shrieks of the madman across the yard and thinking of what he had brought to them and to himself.

It was not a happy life, but it was all that was left to them, and they took it up without complaint, for they knew they were powerless against some Will infinitely stronger than their own.