At the same time he received a note in which Amy
requested him to come and see her late in the afternoon. He spent
the day in a long walk along the eastward cliffs; again the sun
shone brilliantly, and the sea was flecked with foam upon its
changing green and azure. It seemed to him that he had never
before known solitude, even through all the years of his lonely
and sad existence.
At sunset he obeyed Amy's summons. He found her calm, but with
the signs of long weeping.
'At the last moment,' she said, 'he was able to speak to me, and
you were mentioned. He wished you to have all that he has left in
his room at Islington. When I come back to London, will you take
me there and let me see the room just as when he lived in it? Let
the people in the house know what has happened, and that I am
responsible for whatever will be owing.'
Her resolve to behave composedly gave way as soon as Harold's
broken voice had replied. Hysterical sobbing made further speech
from her impossible, and Biffen, after holding her hand
reverently for a moment, left her alone.
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