"Oh, it's no more than I had a right to expect. Don't forget what I told you about holding your reins—that's right."
"Is it about money?" she asked timidly. "I always think bad luck means that."
He nodded.
"Yes; I've lost a great deal of money lately," he replied vaguely. "And—and I must leave Shorne Mills."
"I am sorry," she said simply, and without attempting to conceal her regret. "I—we—have almost grown to think that you belonged here. Will you be sorry to go?"
He glanced at her innocent eyes and frowned.
"Yes; very much," he replied. "There is a fascination in this place. It is so quiet, so beautiful, so remote, so far away from the world which I hate!"
"You hate? Why do you hate it?" she asked.
He bit his lip again.
"Because it is false and hollow," he replied. "No man—or woman—thinks what he or she says, or says what he or she thinks."