She had not trusted herself to look at him much; she remembered too vividly Garda's description—"changed," "bitter," "hard." But involuntarily now she did look at him. And she saw all that Garda had described; and more.
"What is it you wish me to do?" she asked, hurriedly.
"Come away from here."
"But where?"
"Anywhere you like.—Where I could see you sometimes."
"No—no."
"Very well, then; anywhere you like. And I won't see you."
"It wouldn't do me any good!" These words burst from her almost unconsciously. She dropped into the nearest chair.
He came and seated himself near her in silence.
"You saw Garda before she went abroad?" she said, beginning again.