Becky was silent.
'If you won't let me, I am afraid it will make no difference, because I cannot help it, you know. I don't want to help it; you don't mind my saying so?'
For a moment neither of them spoke. Noakes rose.
'I—Becky, I thank you for hearing me out.'
He went a step away from her.
'I'm going.'
She did not rise.
'I am glad you have not spoken of my—my mistake; and somehow I am sorry. I know what you—'
'How do you know what I think?'
'I know; that's all.'