Maurice, don't go." She runs to him, lays her hand on his arm, and tries to hold him.
"I must." He lifts her hand from his arm, presses it, and drops it deliberately.

"My dear mother, I can't; I can't, really," says he.
She stands quite still.

As he reaches the door, he looks back.

She is evidently crying.

A pang shoots through his heart.