'Must we?' she asked, almost unconsciously.
'Yes. Don't make it harder than it is. Let's get it over. There's a
cab.' He held up his stick and signalled to the cabman, who touched his horse
and moved towards them. Margaret stood still, with a half-frightened
look, and spoke in a low voice.
'Tom, if you leave me, I won't answer for myself!' 'I will. Good-bye--God bless you!' The cab stopped beside them, as he held out his hand. She took it
silently and he made her get in. A moment later she was driving away at
a smart pace, sitting bolt upright and looking straight before her, her
lips pressed tight together, while Lushington walked briskly in the
opposite direction. It had all happened in a moment, in a sort of
despairing hurry.