He was sunk in black rage--rage against her, rage against himself.
"Take the light," she muttered unsteadily.

"And--and he must follow!" "And you ?" But she could bear it no longer.

"Oh, go," she wailed.

"Go! Will you never go?
If you love me, if you ever loved me, I implore you to go." He had betrayed little of a lover's feeling.

But he could not resist that appeal, and he turned silently.