The die is cast.
We must go." She tore herself away from him and fled into her room, where, with set face and ashen lips, she stuffed article after article into her grip.
With a heavy heart Carlton did the same.

The bottom had dropped out of everything, yet try as he would to reason it out, he could find no other solution but hers.

To stay was out of the question, if indeed it was not already too late to run.

To go together was equally out of the question.

Constance had shown that.