After which she went to her husband. “Douglas, it is time for you to go.”
He sat studying her face. “You still have that idea?” he said, at last.
“I still have it.”
“I was hoping that here, among your home-people, your sanity would partially return.”
“I know what you have been hoping, Douglas. And I am sorry—but I am quite unchanged.”
“Have we not been getting along happily here?” he demanded.
“No, I have not—I have been wretched. And I cannot have any peace until you no longer haunt me. I am sorry for you, but I must be alone—and so long as you are here the entertainments will continue.”
“We could make it clear that we did not care for entertainments. We could find some quiet place near your people, where we could live in peace.”
“Douglas,” she said, “I have spoken to Cousin Harley. He is ready to go hunting with you. Please call him up and make arrangements to start to-morrow. If you are still here the following day, I shall leave for one of Uncle Mandeville’s plantations.”
There was a long silence. “Sylvia,” he said, at last, “how long do you imagine this behaviour of yours can continue?”