"There is much to do." "Perhaps we shall meet in town," she repeated.

But they both knew they would not.
"Farewell," he said, and picked up his hat.
As he turned again, the look in her eyes brought the blood to his face, then it became pale.

A new force had come into his life.
"God be good to thee," he said, and turned away.
She watched him leave the room and pass through the garden.
"David! David!" she said softly after him.
At the other end of the room her husband, who had just entered, watched her.

He heard her voice, but did not hear what she said.
"Come, Hylda, and have some music," he said brusquely.
She scrutinised him calmly.

His face showed nothing.