"Where are you going to now?"
"To .... Ballamoar."
Again she knew that she ought to say more, but again she could not.
Gell was making for the gate, and Fenella, bankrupt in heart herself, wanted to comfort him.
"Mr. Gell," she said, "I have been doing you a great injustice. I ask you to forgive me."
With his hand on the bolt he turned his broken face to her.
"That's nothing—nothing now," he said.
And again she heard "God in heaven!" as the gate closed behind him.
II
"Ah, here you are, dear!"