When he was ready he would tell her.

Until that time she would wait with her hands held out.
Felix crossed the street, halted for an instant as if uncertain as to his course, and turned toward the river.

He wanted to be alone, and the crowd gave him a greater sense of isolation.

It was the first time in months that he had tramped the thoroughfares without some definite object in view.

All that was now a thing of the past, never to be revived.