"That's good-bye," she said. "I shall go through it all right, Harry. You'll see no signs. Or would you rather I went away?"
"What made you tell me you loved me to-night?"
"So many things are tormenting you, poor boy! Must I go on doing it? Oh, I have done it, I know. It was my self-defence. Now my self-defence must be forgetfulness." The clock over the stables struck a quarter past ten. "I must go back. I've told you."
"Do you see Wellgood before you go to bed?"
"Yes, always."
"What happens?"
"Don't, don't, Harry! What does it matter?"
"Are you going to marry him?"
"You're going to marry Vivien! I must go—or the door will be locked." A smile wavered at him in the darkness. "It's back to the house or into the lake!"
"Swear you'll manage to see me to-morrow!"