It would make the rest easier for her to bear hereafter.
'I have read those letters again,' he answered.
'And you have learnt that you never loved me ?' He held his eyes down, unable to utter words.

Beatrice also was silent for a long time.

At length she said-- 'I think you are keeping something from me ?' He raised his face.
'Has nothing else happened ?' she asked, with measured tone, a little sad, nothing more.
The truth was forced from him, and its utterance gave him a relief which was in itself a source of new agitation.
'Yes, something else has happened.' 'I knew it.' 'How did you-- ?' 'I felt it.

You have met her again.' Again he was speechless.

Beatrice asked-- 'Does she live in London ?' 'She does.' 'You have met her, and have--have wished that you were free ?' 'Beatrice, I have done worse.