“Go, both of you!” I whispered hoarsely. “Now—while you can—and I can let you. Now! Now!”
Still Rattray hung back.
I saw him glancing wistfully at my great revolver lying on the table under the lamp. I thrust it upon him, and pushed him towards the door.
“You go first. She shall follow. You will not grudge me one last word? Yes, I will take your hand. If you escape—be good to her!”
He was gone. Without, there was a voice still calling me; but now it sounded overhead.
“Good-by, Eva,” I said. “You have not a moment to lose.”
Yet those divine eyes lingered on my ugliness.
“You are in a very great hurry,” said she, in the sharp little voice of her bitter moments.
“You love him; that is enough.”
“And you, too!” she cried. “And you, too!”