“Jane Chichester.”
After that, for a moment, neither Mrs. Bradley nor her visitor spoke. Both appeared to be deeply immersed in thought. Finally the woman looked up at him.
“Barry,” she said, “I’m going away.”
“Going away?”
“Yes. I can’t stay here. It’s impossible. I must go. For his sake I must go. I’ve thought it all out. I’ve begun to get ready.”
“When are you going?”
“To-morrow, maybe. Next day, surely. I shall slip quietly away. No one but you will know it till after I’ve gone.”
“Where are you going?”
“Out to my brother Jim’s ranch. He has written for mother and me to come to him. We’ll go now.”
“And I’ll go with you.”