"He has given me up," she said.
"Why?" Walter queried again in bewilderment. "It will be all right after your Uncle Charles obtains a divorce for you—will it not?"
She looked at him again with those heavy, hopeless eyes.
"No, never again," she said. "Mr. Valchester has told me that he does not believe that human law can repeal a union cemented by a priest of God. He does not believe in divorces. As long as Gerald Huntington lives, he believes I am bound to him."
"Valchester is mad—delirious," Walter muttered, indignantly. "For myself, I hold that it was no marriage at all!"
They were nearing the lawn gates, and in a moment she looked up at him.
"Mr. Earle," she said, "we are almost at the lawn gates. Will you excuse me if I go on alone from here? You are very kind, but—it seems to me I cannot bear the sight of a human face."
Walter bowed and turned back silently, leaving her to pursue her walk alone.