"I rode over."
"I don't want a cart. I shall walk beside your horse."
"Impossible! At this time of night! And such a night!"
"I shall walk—I must walk! I can't sit in a cart and——"
Her gesture explained the rest. Struggling along on foot, she might keep her wits. Madness lay in sitting and thinking.
"As you will," said Grantley.
She had begun to draw on her gloves; but when she looked at Blake she drew them quickly off again, and thrust them into a pocket of her cloak. She walked past Grantley to Blake, and took hold of both his hands. Bending over him, she kissed him twice.
"Thank you for having loved me, Walter," she said. "Good-bye."
Blake said nothing. He held her hands and looked up imploringly in her face. Then she disengaged herself from his grasp and turned round to her husband.
"I'm ready," she said. "Let us go."