"Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney." Ralph remained standing with his hand on the back of a chair in absolute silence.

Abysses seemed to plunge into darkness between them.

He looked at her, but her face showed that she was not thinking of him.

No regret or consciousness of wrong disturbed her.
"Well, I must go," he said at length.
She seemed about to say something, then changed her mind and said merely: "You will come again, I hope.

We always seem"-- she hesitated--"to be interrupted." He bowed and left the room.
Ralph strode with extreme swiftness along the Embankment.