“‘Yes.’
“‘For good?’
“‘To travel....’
“I saw her face, and her beauty began to swim in front of my eyes, and a roaring began in my ears like a man who is breathing chloroform. Swimming, swimming, all the room and the light, and I heard my own voice as I had never heard it before,—
“‘Ruth! Ruth! you must come with me.’
“‘Come with you?’
“‘Yes, now, at once. Before your husband comes back. Get your things. I give you five minutes.’
“She cried,—
“‘Oh, but the baby?’
“‘I’ll look after it while you go upstairs.’