"What then has happened?"
She was once more, with her companion's help, on her feet, and,
feeling withdrawal imposed on him, he had blankly found his hat and
gloves and had reached the door. Yet he waited for her answer.
"What WAS to," she said.
CHAPTER V
He came back the next day, but she was then unable to see him, and
as it was literally the first time this had occurred in the long
stretch of their acquaintance he turned away, defeated and sore,
almost angry--or feeling at least that such a break in their custom
was really the beginning of the end--and wandered alone with his
thoughts, especially with the one he was least able to keep down.
She was dying and he would lose her; she was dying and his life
would end. He stopped in the Park, into which he had passed, and
stared before him at his recurrent doubt. Away from her the doubt
pressed again; in her presence he had believed her, but as he felt
his forlornness he threw himself into the explanation that, nearest
at hand, had most of a miserable warmth for him and least of a cold
torment. She had deceived him to save him--to put him off with
something in which he should be able to rest.
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