Throughout November she neither saw him nor heard
from him. Then one evening he came.
She was alone when the servant announced him; with her sat her old
companion, Grim. As Waymark entered, she looked at him with friendly
smile, and said quietly--
"I thought you would never come again"
"I have not kept away through thoughtlessness," he replied. "Believe
that; it is the truth. And to-night I have only come to say
good-bye. I am going to leave London."
You used to say nothing would induce you to leave London, and that
you couldn't live anywhere else."
"Yes; that was one of my old fancies. I am going right away into the
country, at all events for a year or two. I suppose I shall write
novels."
He moved uneasily under her gaze, and affected a cheerfulness which
could not deceive her.
"Has your book been a success?" Ida asked.
"No; it fell dead."
"Why didn't you give me a copy?"
"I thought too little of it. It's poor stuff. Better you shouldn't
read it"
"But I have read it."
"Got it from the library, did you?"
"No; I bought it."
"What a pity to waste so much money!"
"Why do you speak like that? You know how anything of yours would
interest me.
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