They met my eyes brazenly. There was a moment of silence; I wondered which of them would dare address me. Then Gerald Rolf spoke.
“What you have heard, Mr. Durrant, is all true—every word of it. Perhaps it is better that you did hear—for now you can see things as they really are.” He spoke quite quietly, evidently suppressing with an effort his agitation and fear of the consequences of his folly.
“Yes, I think now I understand you as you really are—you two. Since that is so—what do you think you’re going to do about it?” I permitted myself a veiled sneer with this question.
“You heard me say what I was going to do,” Gerald Rolf answered.
Ruth gave a low exclamation and I turned on her sternly.
“Be quiet,” I said. “We will settle this.” I faced Gerald Rolf again.
“Your decision is very wise,” I said sarcastically. “It is fortunate that—”
“I said I was going away,” he broke in. “Neither of you will ever again see or hear of me.”
Again I heard Ruth give a low exclamation.
“I’m leaving her happiness with you.”