Woodville had expressed some remorse—not much, though considerably more than he felt—for what Sylvia called his conduct during their last interview, and she meant this morning to forgive him.
"I've only come," said Sylvia, sitting opposite him at the writing-table, "because I saw you were really sorry for ... the other day. Are you sorry?"
"Awfully."
"That's not very flattering," said Sylvia.
"I wanted you, too, dreadfully this morning," he said eagerly. "I've got something wonderful to tell you—to show you."
"Anything dreadful?" she asked, turning pale.
He took out a letter.
"Listen! Since the other day I had made up my mind to go away from here. I began to see I couldn't bear it. At least, for a time."
"What!" cried Sylvia, rising to her feet.
"Yes. But you needn't worry. I've changed my mind, darling. And before I tell you any more——"