So I was left to myself, and I lay and thought out what I had to do.
"Dear--I knew there was only one thing to do; I knew whither my love--our love--was carrying me--faster and faster--spite of all I'd said.

_Said_! What are words beside such love as ours?
What would be my affection for dad and mother beside my love for you?
Would your loyalty and your dear self-denial continue to help me when they only make me love you more intensely?
"There is only one thing clear in all this pitiful confusion; I--whom they took and made their child--cannot sacrifice them! And yet I _would_!--oh, Garry!--I would for you.

There was no safety for me at all as long as there was the slightest chance to sacrifice everything--everybody--and give myself to you.
"Listen! On the second day after you left I was sitting with mother and Cecile on the terrace.

We were quietly discussing the closing of the house and other harmless domestic matters.

All at once there swept over me such a terrible sense of desolation that I think I lost my mind; for the next thing I knew I was standing in my own room, dressed for travelling--with a hand-bag in my hand.
"It was my maid knocking that brought me to my senses: I had been going away to find you; that was all I could realise.