She looked back and saw him leaning forward in the old attitude, with his hands over his face.
Up-stairs Caro saw him also. Her own face was ashen. She left the window and sat down.
He was still sitting thus when Mrs. Ffolliott went back to him. She put her hand on his shoulder.
"Rodney," she said, "I must remind you that no one knows what—what there was in her letter,—that they were going away together,—only Lord Maxwell, and you, and I, and Caro. You see, there'll be no scandal."
"And she is dead. Now I am going to leave you, really."
It was three days later that Lawrence announced that he was going, and he would not yield to remonstrances and assertions that he was not well enough.
He saw Caro alone when he bade her good-by: he had asked to see her alone.
"Lee is going to keep Devil," he said. "The boy wanted him."
Caro was in the embrasure of a window, leaning against it. She made a silent motion of assent.
Lawrence walked about the room.