At about four o’clock there was the sound of footsteps behind her, and looking round she saw David. He was very white.
“I’ve come to say good-bye,” he said.
“Good-bye? But I thought ... you were staying some days.”
“No ... I doubt I must be getting back. I told Mrs. Lane last night, I’m going by the five-thirty.”
He stood gazing down at her, looking very troubled.
“Why have you suddenly changed your plans?” she said, in a very low voice.
He gazed at her in silence for a few seconds, and then said, “I’m not so sure if I had any ... well, any plans, so to speak, to change ... at least, I hope ... but, anyway, I’m going ... now,” and he paused.
She felt as if she were losing hold of things, as in the last few seconds of chloroform, before one goes off.
“That play of yours ... that Don ... he was a great sinner,” he was saying.
“He repented,” she said, in a small, dry voice.