Her clothes were obviously more expensive than Beatrice's, but they were put on with less care and taste.
Beatrice came out on to the landing with him.
"So you won't marry me, Beatrice ?" he said, as she held out her hand.
She looked at him for a moment and then turned away with a faint sob, without even a word of farewell.

He watched her disappear and heard the door shut.

Slowly he began to descend the stone steps.

There was something to him a little fateful about the closed door above, the long yet easy descent into the street..