But if she were not about to destroy herself, why this untimely flight to London?
Why walk seven miles in wintry darkness when she could have caught a train at Ripstead (a mile away) a few hours later, in orthodox comfort?
It was a mystery, a tragic and perplexing mystery.
They passed by the pond in silence, crossed the common and reached the main road.
"I wish I knew what to do, Emmy," he said at last.

"I hate forcing my company upon you, and yet I feel I should be doing wrong to leave you unprotected.

You see, I should not be able to face Zora." "You had better face her as late as possible," she replied quickly.
"Perhaps you had better walk to the station with me.

Would you ?" "It would ease my mind." "All right.

Only, for God's sake, don't chatter.