“‘No, no,’ she said, ‘not now; afterwards?’
“I understood.
“‘Take it with you.’
“‘But, my dear, I’ve three children!’
“The divinity was vanishing from the room, the sunlight grew flat and cold. We stared at one another. I heard Westmacott’s voice out in the yard. I said desperately,—
“‘Let me tell him!’
“‘Oh, no!’ she cried shrinking, ‘no, no, no.’
“‘You’re afraid,’ I taunted her.
“‘What if I am? Please go.’
“‘Alone?’