Susie quickly told the doctor the few facts they knew. He was as surprised, almost as distressed, as they.
“But what is the explanation of it all?” he asked.
Arthur shrugged his shoulders wearily.
“She cared for Haddo more than she cared for me, I suppose. It is natural enough that she should go away in this fashion rather than offer explanations. I suppose she wanted to save herself a scene which she thought might be rather painful.”
“When did you see her last?”
“We spent yesterday evening together.”
“And did she not show in any way that she contemplated such a step?”
Arthur shook his head.
“You had no quarrel?”
“We’ve never quarrelled. She was in the best of spirits. I’ve never seen her more gay. She talked the whole time of our house in London, and of the places we must visit when we were married.”
Another contraction of pain passed over his face as he remembered that she had been more affectionate than she had ever been before. The fire of her kisses still burnt upon his lips. He had spent a night of almost sleepless ecstasy because he had been certain for the first time that the passion which consumed him burnt in her heart too. Words were dragged out of him against his will.
“Oh, I’m sure she loved me.”
Meanwhile Susie’s eyes were fixed on Haddo’s cruel telegram. She seemed to hear his mocking laughter.
“Margaret loathed Oliver Haddo with a hatred
