She cowered before it.
"I can't--I can't!" she said, and even to herself her voice sounded weak and broken, like the cry of a lost child.

"I can't go back!" He came across the room to her, moving quickly, as if something urged him.

She did not know that she had flung out her hands in wild despair until she felt him gather them together in his own.
He bent over her, and she saw very clearly in his countenance that which had made her realize that he was not Guy.

"Look here!" he said.

"Have a meal and go to bed! We will talk it out in the morning.