Her nature was emptying itself.

Gaston had got the merchandise for which he had given a price yet to be known.
"You asked me of the other man," she said.

"I will tell you." "Not now," he said.

"You loved him ?" "No--ah God, no!" she answered.
An hour after, when she was in her room, he opened the little bundle of correspondence .-- A memorandum with money from his bankers.

A letter from Delia, and also one from Mrs.Gasgoyne, saying that they expected to meet him at Gibraltar on a certain day, and asking why he had not written; Delia with sorrowful reserve, Mrs.Gasgoyne with impatience.
His letters had missed them--he had written on leaving Paris, saying that his plans were indefinite, but he would write them definitely soon.
After he came to Audierne it seemed impossible to write.