But they both knew they
would not.
"Farewell," he said, and picked up his hat.
As he turned again, the look in her eyes brought the blood to his face,
then it became pale. A new force had come into his life.
"God be good to thee," he said, and turned away.
She watched him leave the room and pass through the garden.
"David! David!" she said softly after him.
At the other end of the room her husband, who had just entered, watched
her. He heard her voice, but did not hear what she said.
"Come, Hylda, and have some music," he said brusquely.
She scrutinised him calmly. His face showed nothing. His look was
enigmatical.
"Chopin is the thing for me," he said, and opened the piano.
CHAPTER XXII
AS IN A GLASS DARKLY
It was very quiet and cool in the Quaker Meeting-house, though outside
there was the rustle of leaves, the low din of the bees, the whistle of a
bird, or the even tread of horses' hoofs as they journeyed on the London
road. The place was full. For a half-hour the worshippers had sat
voiceless.
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