"I want to see how happy she is," said Miss Tarrant.
"For God's sake!" he cried. "Don't. It's my last chance. I'm going to-morrow." Miss Tarrant continued to walk like one who did not hear. "I may never see you again. You'll go off somewhere. You'll disappear. I can't trust you."
Suddenly she stood still.
"You are going to-morrow?"
"Not," said Furnival, "if you'd like me to stay. That's what I want to talk to you about. Let's go down into the east walk. It's dark there, and they can't hear us."
"They have heard you. You'd better go back to Mrs. Viveash."
His upper lip lifted mechanically, but he made no sound. He stood for a moment staring at her, obstructing her path. Then he turned.
"I shall go back to her," he said.
He strode to Mrs. Viveash and called her by her name. His voice had a queer vibration that sounded to Miss Tarrant like a cry.
"Nora—you'll come with me, won't you?"