"Yes, I am glad."
They had reached her inn.
"Good-bye; will you write to me?"
"Good-bye, sweet; it hath gone beyond words, hath it not?"
"Beyond everything," said Selina. "I think it hath passed earth and reached heaven."
They clung together, kissed and parted.
Miss Chressham took a hackney and drove home. Everything was as she had left it; the tea service stood about, my lady lay heavily asleep in the darkened bedchamber; only the bar of sunlight had shifted and deepened its golden hue.
"Oh, Rose! Rose!"
She took off her hat and mantle and flung herself on the worn sofa, hiding her face in her white arms and dark dress.
Selina thought that he loved her; she had that to comfort her, but what was to console Susannah?