She heaved a piteous sigh, and her hands fell to her sides. Then, with her head bent, she walked slowly to the door, passed out, and he heard her steps descending. A few moments later there were voices in the hall, followed by the heavy closing of the door, which seemed to shut him for ever from all that was good and true, alone with his despair as he turned to his canvas, where he gazed upon the form he had created, apparently the only memory of a mad passion which had crushed him to the earth.
Chapter Eighteen.
Gage of Battle.
“You, Mr Pacey? Where is my brother?”
“Gone back to the hotel. Left me to wait till you came out.—Seen him? Bah! I needn’t have asked that.”
Cornel was silent for a few moments as she walked on side by side with her strange-looking companion.
“Why did my brother go back to the hotel?”
“To cool himself.”