“Perhaps we shall meet again—perhaps not. I don’t know when I shall be back in London. I’m soon going over to America with Fanny. But don’t think too badly of me.”
“I? How could I think badly of you?”
“Oh, yes—you might! There are things I can’t explain which may easily have given you a nasty impression of me. If I could explain them perhaps you would remember me more pleasantly. Anyhow, I shall always think of you as one of my friends. Good-bye.”
And then she moved away, and he went to the door.
But just as he was going he turned round and said:
“Au revoir!”
She made a little kind gesture with her left hand, but she said nothing.
At that moment she was thinking of Adela.