He arrived at his house and put his hand in his pocket to get his latch-key. Before he was able to draw it forth the green door was opened and Beatrice came out.
“Dion!” she said, startled.
“You nearly ran over me!”
“What is it?” she asked. “What have you done?”
“But—”
“I know!” she interrupted.
She put out her hand and took hold of his coat sleeve. The action was startlingly impulsive in Beatrice, who was always so almost plaintive, so restrained, so dim.
“But you can’t!”
“I do. You are going to South Africa.”
He said nothing. How could he tell Beatrice before he told Rosamund?