They both got up and left the tea things on the table， and Mr Tumnus once more put up his umbrella and gave Lucy his arm， and they went out into the snow. The journey back was not at all like the journey to the Faun’s cave； they stole along as quickly as they could， without speaking a word， and Mr Tumnus kept to the darkest places. Lucy was relieved when they reached the lamp.post again.
“Do you know your way from here， Daughter of Eve？”
said Mr Tumnus.
Lucy looked very hard between the trees and could just see in the distance a patch of light that looked like daylight. “Yes，” she said， “I can see the wardrobe door.”
“Then be off home as quick as you can，” said the Faun， “and.c.can you ever forgive me for what I meant to do？”
“Why， of course I can，” said Lucy， shaking him heartily by the hand. “And I do hope you won‘t get into dreadful trouble on my account.”
“Farewell， Daughter of Eve，” said he. “Perhaps I may keepthe handkerchief ？”
