Take my advice and have no truck with me." He blew out the last remaining candle, took her arm and led her to the door.

They walked down the one flight of stairs together, their footsteps echoing up through the empty house; out on the pavement he called a hansom, held his arm across the wheel as she stepped in; turned to the cabby, gave him his fare, told him Waterloo Station; then he leant across the step of the cab and held out his hand.
"Good-bye, Sally," he said.
She tried to answer him, but her words were dry and clung in her throat..