I knew I had done right, but I could not help thinking ...
of you." She ceased.

Charles Turold got up from his seat and took a turn round the room, then came back and stood looking down at her as she sat with her hand resting on the dark polished surface of the table.

His first words seemed to convey some inward doubt of the adequacy of the motive for disappearance which her story revealed.
"You should not have gone away like that, Sisily," he said soberly.

"There was no reason, no real reason, I mean.

Where was the necessity, after what I told you?
Why should your father's death have made you more anxious to go?
It seems to me that you had no reason then." She looked at him sadly in her first experience of masculine incomprehension of woman's exaltation of sacrifice in love, but she did not speak.