"I ought not to have sent you away from me," said Elaine.
John thought a moment, then observed quietly:
"Perhaps I deserved to be sent away."
"Do you remember, Bernard, when you came to Camden Town after you had seen your father?"
John, naturally, did not recollect.
"I do not recall it very clearly," he said.
"When you—you——" She broke off, and again, as she had done in the street, she moved a little away from him. A wave of aversion towards him appeared to sweep over her. "When," she went on, "I told you that we could not be together again until—until——"
"Until I could behave myself," John put in.
Elaine nodded slightly in assent.
"I thought that I was doing right, and when you said you'd never forgive me I still held out. I wonder, Bernard, if you will forgive me?"