"I beg your pardon," he said icily. "I should not have spoken so to a woman. Good-bye."
"You will begin your travels now?" she said.
He laughed.
"Why keep up the pretence?" he said; "it's rather late now to pretend any interest in my life."
She was silent.
At the door he paused.
He was a proud man, and he had an iron will.
But his love made him helpless and weak as a little child.
"Kathleen," he breathed, "you are sure?"
A moment she stood still and rigid as a statue.