..."
"I am coming back to you," he said doggedly, at the final moment of
parting. "Sometime, Camilla."
"You will be here always, in the darkness, with me. And I shall love my
blindness because it shuts out anything but you," she said.
Io rode with him to the station. On the way they discussed ways and
means, the household arrangements when Io should have to leave, the
finding of a companion, who should be at once nurse, secretary, and
amanuensis for Royce Melvin's music.
"How she will sing now!" said Io.
As they drew near to the station, she put her hand on his horse's
bridle.
"Did I do wrong to send for you, Cousin Billy?" she asked.
He turned to her a visage transfigured.
"You needn't answer," she said quickly. "I should know, anyway. It's her
happiness I'm thinking of. It can't have been wrong to give so much
happiness, for the rest of her life."
"The rest of her life," he echoed, in a hushed accent of dread.
While Enderby was getting his ticket, Io waited on the front platform. A
small, wiry man came around the corner of the station, glanced at her,
and withdrew. Io had an uneasy notion of having seen him before
somewhere. But where, and when? Certainly the man was not a local
habitant. Had his presence, then, any significance for her or hers?
Enderby returned, and the two stood in the hard morning sunlight beneath
the broad sign inscribed with the station's name.
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