For a time they exchanged mere incoherences.

Then passion seized upon both, and they clung together, mute, motionless.
'To-morrow I shall leave him,' whispered Monica, when at length their eyes met.

'He will be away in the morning, and I can take what I need.
Tell me where I shall go to, dear--to wait until you are ready.

No one will ever suspect that we have gone together.

He knows I am miserable with him; he will believe that I have found some way of supporting myself in London.