She hung her head. Jimmy bent forward and touched her hand.
“Don’t,” he said. “For Heaven’s sake, don’t! You mustn’t.”
“I must,” she said miserably.
“You shan’t! It’s wicked.”
“I must. It’s no good talking about it—it’s too late.”
“It’s not. You must break it off to-day.”
She shook her head. Her fingers still dabbled mechanically in the water. The sun was hidden now behind a grey veil, which deepened into a sullen black over the hill behind the castle. The heat had grown more oppressive.
“What made you do it?” he asked again.
“Don’t let’s talk about it, please!”
He had a momentary glimpse of her face. There were tears in her eyes. At the sight his self-control snapped.