He could not want to stay; he could not want to return.
He had no place here.

If he would go away quietly, without troubling to take leave of her, she would be very grateful and do justice to him for his kindness.
But though he had the mind to go, it was not without a word.
"I want you to walk with me as far as the door," he said, gently.
Sylvia rose at once.

Since after all there must be words, the sooner they were spoken the better.

She followed him into the garden, making her little prayer that they might be very few, and that he would leave her to fight her battle and to hide her shame alone.
They crossed the lawn without a word.

He held open the garden door for her and she passed into the lane.