The two horses separated to let the procession pass, keeping close to the wall on either side, and the lovers looked at each other across the dead, their spirits sinking lower with every moment.
When presently they rejoined one another, Andrea said--'Tell me--what is the matter?
What is on your mind ?' She hesitated a moment before replying, keeping her eyes on her horse's neck and stroking it with the end of her riding whip, irresolute and very pale.
'You have something on your mind,' persisted the young man.
'Very well then--yes--and I had better tell you and get it over.

I am going away next Wednesday.

I do not know for how long--perhaps for a long time--perhaps for ever.

I cannot say.

We must break with one another.