We fain would embrace, but our horses are fleet,
And speed on, despite all reproaches.’
That seems to apply to our case, does it not? We have had time to greet each other, but that is all. The signal has been given for my coach to start.”
“Do you mean that you are going away?” Raie asked, with a sinking at her heart.
He nodded his head.
“Yes,” was his reply. “I have stayed here much longer than I intended, already. I must be in London at the beginning of next month.”
“You are going to England!” she exclaimed, with disappointment in her voice. If he were going to England, he could not be a Jew; and if he were not a Jew, he could be nothing to her. She glanced at him with an unspoken question in her eyes, whilst across her bright face flitted an expression of pain.
He captured one of her little sunburnt hands, and held it between his own.
“You are sorry—Raie?” he said, in a quiet voice. “Tell me the truth.”
“Yes, I am sorry.” She glanced away, and refused to meet his gaze. “I can’t help being sorry. You have been so kind to me.”