This suspicion of an ulterior
motive had altered it, and so at last he was left to decide with a sigh,
that because he loved these two so well, he must let them go their own way
to misery.
Coming in later in the day, Sebastian Murch found his friend packing.
'I have come to get your answer,' he said; 'I have been walking about the
hills like a madman for hours. I have not been near her; I am afraid. Tell
me what you mean to do?'
Tregellan rose, shrugged his shoulders, pointed to his valise.
'God help you both! I would have saved you if you had let me. The Quimperle
_Courrier_ passes in half-an-hour. I am going by it. I shall catch a night
train to Paris.'
As Sebastian said nothing; continued to regard him with the same dull,
anxious gaze, he went on after a moment:
'You did me a grave injustice; you should have known me better than that.
God knows I meant nothing shameful, only the best; the least misery for you
and her.'
'It was true then?' said Sebastian, curiously. His voice was very cold;
Tregellan found him altered. He regarded the thing as it had been very
remote, and outside them both.
'I did not know it then,' said Tregellan, shortly.
He knelt down again and resumed his packing.
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