The pathos of the thing caught him in the throat--for her how pitiful, how unhappy! He was sure that, somehow, she had only come to know of it since the afternoon.

Then there had been so different a look in her face! One thing was clear: he had no right to this secret, and it must be for now as if it had never been.

He came to her, and took her hand.

She rose.

He led her from the room, out into the court-yard, and from there through the gate into the road.
All was still.