Gordon stood for a moment again staring down at the ground.
“Very well, then, I will take my time,” he said. “Good-bye!”
And he turned away, as if to walk off alone.
“Where are you going?” asked Bernard, stopping him.
“I don’t know—to the hotel, anywhere. To try to get used to what you have told me.”
“Don’t try too hard; it will come of itself,” said Bernard.
“We shall see!”
And Gordon turned away again.
“Do you prefer to go alone?”
“Very much—if you will excuse me!”