'Which,' he retorted glumly, 'doth not seem to have greatly troubled you.'
'I knew that you were sick. Surely the leech hath prescribed absolute rest.'
'I did not think of sickness or of rest,' he rejoined, with an undercurrent of grim reproach in his tone. 'I only thought of seeing you.'
'I would have come to you,' she said calmly, 'as soon as the leech advised.'
'And I could not wait,' he riposted with a sigh. 'That is all the difference there is, Jacqueline, between your love and mine.'
Then, as she made no reply, but led him gently, like a sick child, to a chair, he added sombrely:
'I came to bid you farewell, Jacqueline.'
'Farewell? I don't understand.'
'I am going away.'
'Whither?'