Their dreadful night. The winter darkness was coming on swiftly. Her train was leaving.
“But you said you were not going to work for the present. You have been working so hard all winter——”
He had said it all before.
“Yes—but there is much for me to do—days of study and practice—and thinking. You will understand.... Everything will come clear and you will understand. You see, to-day—this isn’t a day for words with us.... One must have one’s own secret place. You must say of me, ‘She suddenly remembered something—and had to go away.’...”
“‘She suddenly remembered something and had to hurry away,’” he repeated, trying to smile. “But she will write to me. I will work—work—and when you let me, I will come to you——”
“Yes——”
He had to leave.... He kissed her again. There was something like death about it.
“If we were only dead,” she said, “and were going away together——”
... A man stepped up to him, regarded him intently. Morning realized that he must get alone. He had been shaking his head wearily, and unseeingly—standing in the main corridor of the station in Jersey—shaking his head.... It was full night outside. He forgot that he did not have to recross the river—and was on the ferry back to New York before he remembered....