"Poor Kitty—I say, I must go and meet them."
"Very well." She stood up. "Kiss me," she said.
She took his kiss as if it were the last that would be given her.
They went together to the hotel. Jane had started five minutes ago for the station.
"It's all right," he said. "I'll catch her up."
She followed to the gates and looked down the white road where Jane had gone.
"Let me come with you—just a little way—to the first lamp-post on the station road."
"Well, to the first lamp-post."
At the lamp-post she let him go.
She stood looking after him till he swung round the turn of the road, out of her sight. Then she went back, slowly, sad-eyed, and with a great terror in her heart.