It is only natural.

Try to forgive me; or, at the least, believe that I have not tried to keep your friendship by a lie, or to atone in seeming only.

Good night." He gave her no chance to reply, no time to say one single word.

Deep wounds require time in which to heal.

He knew that he had wounded the white soul of her so that it was sick with uncertainty, faint with dread; and, putting on his hat, stepped sharply back and let the mist take him and hide him from her sight.
But, though she did not see, he was near her even then.
He knew when she walked out into the light-filled street; he knew when she found a taxicab; and he did not make an effort to go his way until he was sure that she was safely started upon hers.