“But she’s your friend!”
“Is she? I think a friend is a very rare thing. You have taught me that.”
“I? How?”
“You went abroad without letting me know.”
“Is that it?” she said.
And there was a strange note, like a note of joy, in her voice.
“I think you might have told me. And you put me off. I was to have seen you—”
“Yes, I know.”
She was silent. She could not explain. That was impossible. Yet she longed to tell him how much she had wished to see him, how much it had cost her to go without a word. But suddenly she remembered Camber. He was angry with her, but he had very soon consoled himself for her departure.
“I went away quite unexpectedly,” she said. “I had to go like that.”