"Why 'luckily?'"
"Because I should be sorry to have given him any thing so closely connected with the Pagans, as things have turned out."
Helen did not need to ask explanations of these words, although she did not know how complete the breach between Fenton and his former friends had become.
"I am glad I am going away," she exclaimed with a sigh.
"Going away?" he echoed, dropping his modeling tools.
"Yes, I sail Saturday."
She spoke with perfect composure, yet her glance was averted. She was painfully conscious of having concealed the fact from him until this moment.
He came towards her, his eyes fixed upon her face.
"What does this mean?" he demanded, almost fiercely. "Why do you go?"
"I mean to study in Rome," she replied faintly. "I always told you that
I hoped to go some day."