He left the room, without looking back.

She heard him cross the hall, pause as if to pick up something there; then pass down the corridor leading to the studio.
Listening intently, she heard the door of the studio close; not with a bang--Ronnie had banged doors before now--but with a quiet irrevocability which seemed to shut her out, completely and altogether.
Sinking into the chair in which she had awaited his coming with so much eagerness of anticipation, Helen broke into an uncontrollable paroxysm of weeping..