“What shall you do now?”
“I don’t know. Go somewhere,” said he gloomily.
“You must go back.”
“Boulder Brook—without you?” he said passionately.
“But where else can you go?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
They stood in silence until her train pulled in.
“I shan’t see you again, shall I?” he said wretchedly.
“You’ve made it impossible. Oh, why did you do it?” she wailed softly.
With no further word she turned from him and went into the car. Remsen stood, dazed with misery. Forward, something was shunted from an express car with a heavy crash. There was a babel of voices, a moment’s delay. Darcy flashed out upon the steps again, her eyes starry. Remsen jumped to meet her. She caught his hands in hers with a swift, forgiving little pressure.