But she had anticipated my intention.

We remained staring into the fire and saying nothing.

As she professed to be tired I went away early.
At the front door of the mansions, finding I had left my umbrella behind, I remounted the stairs, and rang Judith's bell.

After a while I saw her figure through the ground-glass panel approach the door, but before she opened it, she turned out the light in the passage.
"Marcus!" she cried, rather excitedly; and in the dimness of the threshold her eyes looked strangely accusative of tears.

"You have come back!" "Yes," said I, "for my umbrella." She looked at me for a moment, laughed, clapped her hands to her throat, turned away sharply, caught up my umbrella, and putting it into my hands and thrusting me back shut the door in my face.