car ran on; and a soft; midsummer dusk began to gather。 For a
long while they sat motionless。 Only now and again her hand
closed more closely; lovingly; over his hand; then gradually
relaxed。
The dusk began to fall。 One or two lights appeared。 The
driver drew up to light his lamps。 Skrebensky moved for the
first time; leaning forward to watch the driver。 His face had
always the same still; clarified; almost childlike look;
impersonal。
They saw the drivers strange; full; dark face peering into
the lamps under drawn brows。 Ursula shuddered。 It was the face
almost of an animal yet of a quick; strong; wary animal that had
them within its knowledge; almost within its power。 She clung
closer to Krebensky。
〃My love?〃 she said to him; questioningly; when the car was
again running in full motion。
He made no movement or sound。 He let her hold his hand; he
let her reach forward; in the gathering darkness; and kiss his
still cheek。 The crying had gone by……he would not cry any
more。 He was whole and himself again。
〃My love;〃 she repeated; trying to make him notice her。 But
as yet he could not。
He watched the road。 They were running by Kensington Gardens。
For the first time his lips opened。
〃Shall we get out and go into the park;〃 he asked。
〃Yes;〃 she said; quietly; not sure what was ing。
After a moment he took the tube from its peg。 She saw the
stout; strong; self…contained driver lean his head。
〃Stop at Hyde Park Corner。〃
The dark head nodded; the car ran on just the same。
Presently they pulled up。 Skrebensky paid the man。 Ursula
stood back。 She saw the driver salute as he received his tip;
and then; before he set the car in motion; turn and look at her;
als look; his eyes very
concentrated and the whites of his eyes flickering。 Then he
drove away into the crowd。 He had let her go。 She had been
afraid。