“It is to you,” she said. “I don't wish to read it, thank you.”
Stephen compressed his lips.
“But I wish you to hear it, please,” he said. “I'll read it out, if you'll allow me.
“'CHARING CROSS STATION. “'DEAR STEVIE,
“'I told you yesterday morning that I was going abroad alone. Afterwards I changed my mind—I meant to take her. I went to her lodgings for the purpose. I have lived too long amongst sentiments for such a piece of reality as that. Class has saved me; it has triumphed over my most primitive instincts.
“'I am going alone—back to my sentiments. No slight has been placed on Bianca—but my married life having become a mockery, I shall not return to it. The following address will find me, and I shall ask you presently to send on my household gods.
“'Please let Bianca know the substance of this letter.
“'Ever your affectionate brother,
“'HILARY DALLISON.”'
With a frown Stephen folded up the letter, and restored it to his breast pocket.