Her eyes hardened their fire on Taffy, and he, lapped in their scorn, thanked God she had not understood.
"Drive on, please." The coachman lowered his whip.

The horses moved forward at a slow walk; the carriage rolled silently away into the darkness.

She had not understood.

Taffy glanced at the faces about him.
"Ah, poor lady!" said someone.

But no one had understood.
They found George's body next morning on the sands a little below the foot-bridge.