We can go on from there anywhere we like." "Certainly," said Septimus, and he hailed a hansom.
* * * * * Thus it fell out that the strangely married pair kept together during the long months that followed.

Emmy's flat in London had been rented furnished.
The maid Edith had vanished, after the manner of many of her kind, into ancillary space.

The theater and all it signified to Emmy became a past dream.

Her inner world was tragical enough, poor child.

Her outer world was Septimus.