I hardened my heart, or I could not have gone. For at the last it came to Marion that she was parting from me for ever. That overbore all other things, had turned our last hour to anguish. She forgot for a time the prospect of moving into a new house, she forgot the outrage on her proprietorship and pride. For the first time in her life she really showed strong emotions in regard to me, for the first time, perhaps, they really came to her. She began to weep slow, reluctant tears. I came into her room, and found her asprawl on the bed, weeping. “I didn’t know,” she cried. “Oh! I didn’t understand!” “I’ve been a fool. All my life is a wreck! “I shall be alone!..._Mutney!_ Mutney, don’t leave me! Oh! Mutney! I didn’t understand.” I had to harden my heart indeed, for it seemed to me at moments in those last hours together that at last, too late, the longed-for thing had happened and Marion had come alive. A new-born hunger for me lit her eyes. “Don’t leave me!” she said, “don’t leave me!” She clung to me; she kissed me with tear-salt lips. I was promised now and pledged, and I hardened my heart against this impossible dawn. Yet it seems to me that there were moments when it needed but a cry, but one word to have united us again for all our lives. Could we have united again? Would that passage have enlightened us for ever or should we have fallen back in a week or so into the old estrangement, the old temperamental opposition? Of that there is now no telling. Our own resolve carried us on our predestined way. We behaved more and more like separating lovers, parting inexorably, but all the preparations we had set going worked on like a machine, and we made no attempt to stop them. My trunks and boxes went to the station. I packed my bag with Marion standing before me. We were like children who had hurt each other horribly in sheer stupidity, who didn’t know now how to remedy it. We belonged to each other immensely—immensely. The cab came to the little iron gate. “Good-bye!” I said. “Good-bye.” For a moment we held one another in each other’s arms and kissed—incredibly without malice. We heard our little servant in the passage going to open the door. For the last time we pressed ourselves to one another. We were not lovers nor enemies, but two human souls in a frank community of pain. I tore myself from her. “Go away,” I said to the servant, seeing that Marion had followed me down. I felt her standing behind me as I spoke to the cab man. I got into the cab, resolutely not looking back, and then as it started jumped up, craned out and looked at the door. It was wide open, but she had disappeared.... I wonder—I suppose she ran upstairs. X