‘Oh, I must—I must go in.’
‘Oh, Judith!’
‘I must, Martin. Thank you for bringing me home, I must fly now. It’s so late——’ she said in panic.
‘When shall I see you again?’
‘Soon—soon.’
He was speechless. She called a soft good-night and left him and the darkness swallowed him up.
As she went towards the solitary light burning for her in the hall she thought with a sudden fear that he had implored her for assurance just as she mutely implored Roddy every time he left her; and she had answered—oh, not, surely not, as Roddy would have answered?
‘Oh, Roddy, come out of your dark maze and make me certain!’
She must warm herself with the remembrance of the first part of the evening, ignore the little chill of those few last minutes. What were his eyes telling her when he bade her good-night? Surely they were whispering: ‘Take no notice. We know what has passed between us, we know what must come. Though we must keep our secret before others, we do not deceive each other.’
Yes, that was it.