You can help him.' 'Yes.' The monosyllable fell from her like a whisper of despair.

But the utterance of Grail's name had brought Egremont the last impulse he needed.
'When I come back,' he said, 'I shall find you in your new home.

As I shan't see you again, let me say now how much I hope that you will live there a long time and very happily.

Good-bye, Miss Trent.' Surely that was formal and automatic enough.

Not one more word, not one more glance at her face.