"Now I'll go."
"You'll come to the breakfast, child? The Foreys"—
He cut her short. "I've stood for the family, and I'll do no more. I won't pretend to eat and make merry over it."
"Richard!"
"Good-bye."
She had attained her object and she wisely gave way.
"Well. Go and kiss Clare, and shake his hand. Pray, pray be civil."
She turned to Adrian, and said: "He is going. You must go with him, and find some means of keeping him, or he'll be running off to that woman. Now, no words—go!"
Richard bade Clare farewell. She put up her mouth to him humbly, but he kissed her on the forehead.
"Do not cease to love me," she said in a quavering whisper in his ear.