'The only thing is to grin and bear it,' said Arthur, rising.
'Where are you going?' said Susie.
'I think I want to get away from Paris. Here everything will remind me of
what I have lost. I must get back to my work.'
He had regained command over himself, and except for the hopeless woe of
his face, which he could not prevent from being visible, he was as calm
as ever. He held out his hand to Susie.
'I can only hope that you'll forget,' she said.
'I don't wish to forget,' he answered, shaking his head. 'It's possible
that you will hear from Margaret. She'll want the things that she has
left here, and I daresay will write to you. I should like you to tell her
that I bear her no ill-will for anything she has done, and I will never
venture to reproach her. I don't know if I shall be able to do anything
for her, but I wish her to know that in any case and always I will do
everything that she wants.'
'If she writes to me, I will see that she is told,' answered Susie
gravely.
'And now goodbye.'
'You can't go to London till tomorrow.
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