She walked downstairs by his side, and said, as he opened the carriage door for her,
"You'll do your best for that poor girl?"
"My very best."
"And by the way, the Deemster has invited the Governor and me to Ballamoar. We go on Monday and stay a week. Of course you'll be there?"
"I'm afraid...."
"Oh, but you must."
"I'll .... I'll try."
"Au revoir!"
He stood, after the carriage had gone until it had crossed to the other side of the square, where, from the shade of the inside (it had been closed in the meantime) Fenella reached her smiling face forward and bowed to him again. Then he went back to his room—now empty, silent and dead.
Oh, God, why had that senseless thing been allowed to happen! Lord, what a little step in front of him on life's highway a man was permitted to see!