"You hurt
me."
Orsino's arms relaxed, and he let her go. She drew a long breath and
moved a step backward and towards the door.
"Good-bye," she said again. But this time she did not hold out her hand,
though she looked long and fixedly into his face.
Orsino made a movement as though he would have caught her again. She
started and put out her hand behind her towards the latch. But he did
not touch her. She softly opened the door, looked at him once more and
went out.
When he realised that she was gone he sprang after her, calling her by
name.
"Consuelo!"
There were a few people walking in the broad passage. They stared at
Orsino, but he did not heed them as he passed by. Maria Consuelo was not
there, and he understood in a moment that it would be useless to seek
her further. He stood still a moment, entered the reading-room again,
got his hat and left the hotel without looking behind him.
All sorts of wild ideas and schemes flashed through his brain, each more
absurd and impracticable than the last.
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