‘You should know best,’ said Miss La Creevy.

But when he had stood thus for a time a noise in the house roused him; he turned instinctively and went into the drawing–room. The sight of the lamp–lit room brought back so abruptly all that he had forgotten that he stood for a moment unable to move. He remembered everything, the hour, the minute even, what point they had reached, and what was to come. He cursed himself for making believe for a minute that things were different from what they are. The night was now harder to face than ever.