"It is still—horrible?"
He drew back and opened the door, letting in the cool night air.
"Good-bye," he said. "It's your last word?"
She seemed to sway towards him and away again.
"I shan't ask again," he went on, still in that calm, low voice. "I shall accept what you say now. You think me—unclean?"
Her silence was answer as she stepped out into the path.
"For the last time!"
"I can't," she said, with a sob. "You—you know why."
"And yet, if you loved me!"