"You are going away," she said.
"Yes," he replied, looking down at the road. She told herself passionately, that he would look anywhere rather than at her.
"Some of your property has come into my possession," he said. "I wish to return it to you," and he handed her the receipt for the forty thousand pounds.
"I'll trust you'll see," he continued, in a strained voice, "that Colonel Darcy has his proper share."
"He shall have what he deserves," she replied coldly; and then she burst out, her words tumbling one over the other, now that she had found speech: "You ought to know, you must know, that when Colonel Darcy is free, we shall be man and wife."
"I'm very glad," he said, and he said it from his heart.
There was an awkward pause, neither seemed able to speak. At length he remarked, more to break the silence than anything:—
"You know, I always thought, that, in your heart, you loved Darcy, before anyone else."
She laughed her hard, cold laugh, saying:—