Chapter 45

"As a situation it had its dramatic possibilities, you'll admit, and I've sometimes wondered how one would have ended it if one had been writing a story. The actual truth was almost banal. George had turned to speak to a man passing the table; Toby was giving an order to the waiter. She leant across to me and spoke. "'What are you going to do?' "And my answer was, 'George is waiting. It is quite safe. And may God help George!' "I haven't seen her from that day till this afternoon." * * * * …