"Jack, I never really could have abandoned you," she cried bitterly. She raised her eyes toward him and suddenly took notice of the time-tables that lay clutched in his hands. "Oh, you were going away!"
He nodded, incapable of speech.
"You were running away?"
"I was running away—to forget—to bury myself!"
"Oh, Jack!"
"There was nothing here. It was all a blank! I was running away—to bury myself!"
At the memory of that miserable hopeless moment, in which he had resolved on flight, the tears, no longer to be denied, came dripping down his cheeks.