On the morrow Christian's boat lay idle by the quay. Before dawn moved he had gone.
'I think—I think you need not fear for him,' said Rhoda, when the day closed without him. 'I think he may be back to-morrow.'
'You know what he is about—where he has gone, child?'
First she said 'Yes,' and then she said 'No.'
In the dusk she crept up to Giles. Against his breast she broke into pitiful weeping.
'Forgive me! forgive me! I said "No" to him.'
CHAPTER X
With its splendour and peace unalterable, the great sanctuary enclosed them.
Face to face they stood, shattered life and lost soul. Diadyomene tried to smile, but her lips trembled; she tried to greet him with the old name Diadyomenos, but it fell imperfect. And his grey eyes addressed her too forcibly to be named. What was in them and his face to make her afraid? eyes and face of a lover foredoing speech.