But she saw him moving out of her life.

To her this music was the prelude of her tragedy.
A moment afterwards Luke Claridge arose and spoke to David in austere tones: "It is our will that thee begone to the chair-maker's but upon the hill till three months be passed, and that none have speech with thee after sunset to-morrow even." "Amen," said all the Elders.
"Amen," said David, and put his flute into his pocket, and rose to go..