Dr. Renton grunted.
"If you still care for her, may I ask why you don't follow her, or write to her?"
"That is what I have asked myself a thousand times a day," he cried, walking up and down the room. "For years I have been asking myself."
"Years!" I said in dismay. "Is it years?"
He nodded.
"Then I am afraid you are too late." I sighed.
"Of course I am. I've been a fool. Now it is too late."
"I'm very sorry."
He held out his hand.
"Good-bye."