Part 49 (2/2)
”You must be thankful to be rid of me after the way I've sacrificed you to row your vanity”
”Perhaps Jack still wants me in spite of the way I've behaved to _him_”
”Perhaps so I shan't be here to see”
The taxi turned into Berkeley Street, and Eric held out his hand
”Good-bye, Barbara,” he said
”Won't you come in for a moment?”
”No, thank you”
”Eric, you _ you to co and stood on the kerb, ready to help her out She delayed so long that the driver turned curiously round
”Eric, please!” she entreated
”Have you your latch-key?”
She gave a choking sob, as shecontrol, she gripped hi to-morrow!”
”Indeed I am”
”When?”
”That's immaterial Good-bye”
He returned to the taxi and pressed hi ahead so that he should not see the familiar ermine coat on the door-step Barbara fuan slowly to turn As the driver changed speed, she dropped her key and ran twenty yards down the square, crying ”Eric!”; but the grinding of the gears drowned her voice
The tail-light dwindled to a ruby pin-point and vanished
The telephone-bell was ringing, as Eric entered his flat He unhooked the receiver and tossed it on to his bed; but after a , while the bells in the other rooan to undress; but thefor it but to tie a handkerchief round the clapper of the bell
Then he threw himself in shi+rt and trousers on the bed and buried his face in his hands
”_A ne With women, his palate is less critical_”--From the Diary of Eric Lane
THE END