220
The Tracks We Tread
I’m going with Mr. Kiliat’s mother and sister.”
Randal took the turn to the coach bridge with absolute precision. Then he said:
“Have you anything else to tell me?”
Then the tears came, and she caught the lapels of his coat with a little sob.
“Guy! Guy! I don’t want to go! Oh dearest, don’t you understand that—that they are sending me away, Guy?”
“I understand. They are sending you away from me, Effie. And—it is better that you should go.”
“It won’t make any difference. I shall come back. You—you’ll wait here for me, Guy?”
Randal stooped over and kissed her on the lips.
“I will wait,” he said.
Then he drew rein on the bridge planking, and apologised to Kiliat when he came round to the wheel in white wrath.
