It was not that she had any pride left, or would not have willingly fallen into his arms; but she felt no woman could do so, unsolicited and when a man plainly showed her he held her in disdain.
So it was, with both their hearts breaking, they met in the sitting-room.
"I have only ten minutes," he said constrainedly.

"The motor is at the door.

I have to go round by Bury St.Edmunds; it is an hour out of my way, and I must be in London at five o'clock, as I leave for Paris by the night mail.

Will you sit down, please, and I will be as brief as I can." She fell, rather than sank, into a chair.

She felt a singing in her ears; she must not faint--she was so very weak from her recent illness.
"I have arranged that you stay here at Wrayth until you care to make fresh arrangements for yourself," he began, averting his eyes, and speaking in a cold, passionless voice.