There was a little silence, then she moved a step from him. "Good night," she said.
He followed. "I will walk back with you." He strode along beside her through the darkness; he was thinking of Christine and Jimmy, speeding away to London together, and a sort of impotent rage consumed him.
Jimmy was such a boy! So ignorant of the way in which to love a woman like Christine; he asked an angry question:
"Whose suggestion was this—this——?" He could not go on.
"I don't know—they agreed between themselves, I think. Horatio is coming home—the Great Horatio, you knew," Gladys told him, her voice sounded a little hysterical.
"And are you staying on here?"
"I shall for the present—till Christine comes back—if she ever does," she added deliberately.
"You mean that you think she won't?" he questioned sharply.
"I mean that I hope she won't."
They walked some little way in silence.