"I see."
The furtive movement of her husband increased her fears and at the same time wounded her pride. They were to be frank with one another. That was the pledge which each had given to the other. And here was the pledge broken, for Harry was definitely practising concealments. Cynthia, however, did not belong to the tribe of the clamorous. She stepped within the room and left him to continue the conversation. Rames spoke hastily to engage her attention.
"Poizat came to see me this afternoon."
"Yes?"
"He was desperate. We talked over his position. I recommended him to go to Tangier and settle there. He has a little money. He will find compatriots, and I should think it's the place where people will be least likely to trouble about him. I fancy that he will go there. But it's a bad business to have to start life all over again at seventy."
"Yes," said Cynthia.
She watched him as he walked up and down the room, making up her mind that on her side at all events the pledge should not be broken.
"M. Poizat said something to me which I think is true. That nothing one has ever done is ever quite done with."
Harry Rames stopped in his walk. He stood quite still for a few moments.
"Oh, surely that's not true," he said carelessly and resumed his pacing. But Cynthia was aware of a change in him. Before he had been thinking of Poizat and his destiny; now he was alert and waiting upon her words.