Now I think you had better go." A sense of defeat--of being defrauded of his self-justification, and of something else beyond power of explanation to himself, beset Soames like the breath of a cold fog.

Mechanically he reached up, took from the mantel-shelf a little china bowl, reversed it, and said: "Lowestoft.

Where did you get this?
I bought its fellow at Jobson's." And, visited by the sudden memory of how, those many years ago, he and she had bought china together, he remained staring at the little bowl, as if it contained all the past.

Her voice roused him.
"Take it.

I don't want it." Soames put it back on the shelf.
"Will you shake hands ?" he said.
A faint smile curved her lips.