'And, Edith—say what you can to my mother, and comfort her. Tell her it's to save my going off my head, or committing suicide. Will you say that?'
'I will,' she replied.
Five minutes later the door banged. Bruce had gone to the club. He hadn't told her he had taken a room there, and the same evening he sent up for his luggage. He did not wish to see Edith again.
Just before he went out, as if casually for an hour at the club, Edith had said:
'Would you like to come and see Dilly asleep?'
It had occurred to her that at least he had been frank and honest, and for that he deserved to see Dilly again.
'Edith, my nerves won't stand scenes. I'd better not. I won't see her.'
'Oh, very well!' she cried indignantly. 'I offered it for your sake. I would rather you didn't see her.'
'Try not to be angry, Edith. Perhaps—some day—'
'No. Never.'