He followed her, horror-stricken.
Emmy, a new Ophelia, was about to seek a watery grave for herself and her love sorrow.

Again came the problem which in moments of emergency Septimus had never learned to solve.

What should he do?
Across the agony of his mind shot a feeling of horrible indelicacy in thrusting himself upon a woman at such a moment.

He was half tempted to turn back and leave her to the sanctity of her grief.

But again the splash echoed in his ears and again he shivered.