“We’d better go down and see Forsyth—to-day, if we can.” He hesitated. Then, “There’s no reason why there should be any unpleasantness about it.”
“None whatever.”
“Only, don’t let’s be lured into backing out of it. It’s perfectly manifest, to my mind, that it’s the only thing to do. Already we’ve come to the brink of it half a dozen times, and then Sentiment’s always chipped in and pulled us back.” Katharine nodded. “Well, that’s silly. We needn’t scrap, but don’t let’s be pulled back again. It’s—it’s not good enough. Let’s go through with it, this time, and—and see what happens.”
“Right,” said Katharine brightly.
Giles turned away slowly.
In the doorway he hesitated.
Then he spoke, looking down.
“You—you see what I mean?” he faltered. “I’ld like us to—to part friends.”
Katharine nodded.
When he was out of sight, she buried her face in her pillow and lay like the dead.