She stretched out her arms after him, but he was gone. And she knew now quite clearly that she had made a mistake five years ago.
For three weeks and a half she did not see him.
Then she saw him when he thought he was alone.
She studied his face with eyes that ached at what they saw. Then she went forward and touched him gently on his arm.
"Well?" he said.
"Will you come," she said in a low voice, "to see me——"
"Thanks, no."
His eyes rested bitterly on her rich gown.
It came across him again how wise she had been. Tied to him, she could not have been as she was now.
"I have something I must say to you," she said tremulously; "will you come—just this once?"