He was leaving, going forth again she knew not whither--only that it was away from her.
Then desire became act.

She heard the house-door close, and on the moment sped from the room.

She scarcely knew what she said to Bunce on the stairs.

Now she was in the street.

Which way?
There he was, there, at but a little distance.
But she must not approach him here, in this street.