"You needn't look at it," she said. "I can't help it. It's part of you. I believe it grows there. It makes me look at it." His words came shaken from him in short, savage jerks. To Straker, to Mrs. Viveash, he appeared intolerable; but he had ceased to care how he appeared to anybody. He had ceased to know that they were there. They turned from him as from something monstrous, intolerable, indecent. Mrs. Viveash's hands and mouth were quivering, and her eyes implored Straker to take her away somewhere where she couldn't see Furnival and Philippa Tarrant. He took her out on to the terrace. Miss Tarrant looked after them. "That rose belongs to Mrs. Viveash now," she said. "You'd better go and take it to her." Furnival flung the Caroline Testout on the floor. He trod on the Caroline Testout. It was by accident, but still he trod on it; so that he seemed much more brutal than he was. "It's very hot in here," said she. "I'm going on to the terrace." "Let's go down," said he, "into the garden. We can talk there." "You seem to be able to talk anywhere," said she. "I have to," said Furnival. She went out and walked slowly down the terrace to the east end where Straker sheltered Mrs. Viveash. Furnival followed her. "Are you coming with me or are you not?" he insisted. "I can't get you a minute to myself. Come out of this, can't you? I want to talk to you." "And I," said Miss Tarrant, "want to talk to Mrs. Viveash." "You don't. You want to tease her. Can't you leave the poor woman alone for a minute? She's happy there with Straker." "I want to see how happy she is," said Miss Tarrant. "For God's sake!" he cried. "Don't. It's my last chance. I'm going to-morrow." Miss Tarrant continued to walk like one who did not hear. "I may never see you again. You'll go off somewhere. You'll disappear. I can't trust you." Suddenly she stood still. "You are going to-morrow?" "Not," said Furnival, "if you'd like me to stay. That's what I want to talk to you about. Let's go down into the east walk. It's dark there, and they can't hear us." "They have heard you. You'd better go back to Mrs. Viveash." His upper lip lifted mechanically, but he made no sound. He stood for a moment staring at her, obstructing her path. Then he turned. "I shall go back to her," he said. He strode to Mrs. Viveash and called her by her name. His voice had a queer vibration that sounded to Miss Tarrant like a cry. "Nora--you'll come with me, won't you?" Mrs. Viveash got up without a word and went with him. Miss Tarrant, standing beside Straker on the terrace, saw them go down together into the twilight of the east walk between the yew hedges. Philippa said something designed to distract Straker's attention; and still, with an air of distracting him, of sheltering her sad sister, Mrs. Viveash, she led him back into the house. Furnival returned five minutes later, more flushed than ever and defiant.