They rose, and walked together, forgetful of the eagerly observant group.
"Could she see me to-day—this evening? I'm going to-morrow."
"Yes, I'll tell her you're coming. When you do see her, don't be afraid—speak out."
"I'm not afraid of speaking to her—I'm afraid—"
"Of what?"
"Simply of seeing her."
"You mean you are afraid of seeing her changed?" She understood him; for it was what she herself had been afraid of.
"Horribly afraid."
"My dear Mr. Rickman, people in great trouble don't change to other people. They only change to themselves."
He raised his hat and turned from her without speaking.