At first she said nothing. He went on hurriedly: "I can drive you to the junction; there's a train——"
"You want me to go?" she asked below her breath, "to go now, to-night?"
His heart sank. Did she mean to refuse? "It's only right. She would have wished you to go, you know she would."
"But do you wish it?" She bent towards him, trying to see his face in the gathering dusk.
"Only because I know I ought to send you away."
Silence again for a space. "I telegraphed to the Magistrate's wife as well. She is a kind woman, she will take you in if you would prefer it to the Mission House, I am sure."
There was a pathetic little catch in her voice as she answered drearily: "Yes, I suppose I must go. Oh, how everything has altered, just in a few hours!"
"That's India."
"I feel so horribly alone."