two," he said to himself. And even then in his inmost heart he hardly knew that he was going to her. He knew it when he was driving towards Chenies Street, and then he told himself that he was going to bid her good-bye—for ever.
Angel and devil were so busy shifting the curtain to and fro that he could not see any scene clearly.
He came into her presence pale with his resolution to be noble, to leave her for ever to happiness—and Tom. It was difficult though, even at that supreme moment, to look at her and to couple those two ideas.
"I've come to say good-bye," he said.
"Good-bye!" the dismay in her eyes seemed to make that unsealed letter leap in his side pocket.
"Yes—I'm going—circumstances I can't help—I'm going away for a long time."
"Is it bad news? Oh—I am sorry. When are you going?"
"To-morrow," he said, even as he decided to say, "to-night."
"But you can stay a little now, can't you? Don't go like this. It's dreadful. I shall miss you so—"
