He disregarded this. “Besides,” he said, “I’m afraid this is going to be our last walk.” She looked her startled question.
“What I’d like, of course,” he pursued, “is to stay here and face it through with you. But that’s going to be worse for you than if I went, isn’t it?”
“I’m afraid it is.”
“Then it’s up to me to leave.”
“But what if they find you and take you back to New York?”
“I’ve got to take the risk. They’re pretty likely to find out about me here if they undertake a Veyze investigation.”
“That’s true,” she cried. “I’ve made this place impossible for you as a refuge.”
“Not you. I did it myself. I’d do it again—a thousand times—for these last four days.”
“When would you go?”
“To-night. Eleven o’clock. Meredith.”