He looked down at the dilapidated graves, and then at the lonely water which seemed trying to hide itself away in the recesses of the bare land.
“That’s how it is. Robin forgave me. He was alive for a moment—after, and I saw by his eyes he understood. Yes, he understood—he understood!”
Suddenly his body began to shake and his arms jerked convulsively. Instinctively, but quite quietly, Mrs. Clarke put out her hand as if she were going to lay hold of his right arm.
“No—don’t!” he said. “Yesterday your hand made me worse.”
She withdrew her hand. Her face did not change. She seemed wholly unconscious of any rudeness on his part.
“Let’s move—let’s walk!” he said.
He sprang up. When he was on his feet he regained control of his body.
“I don’t know what’s the matter with me,” he said. “I’m not ill.”
“My friend, it will have to come,” she said, getting up too.
“What?”