"Yes, you must go. He might come back soon now. Shall we ever meet again, I wonder?"
"Oh, why did you?"
"It's not what I did. It's what you think about it."
"Because you seem to me wonderful. You're—you're so much above him, you know."
"That doesn't help, even if it's true. I should hate to believe it."
"Good-bye. You won't let anybody know I came? Oh, not Godfrey?"
"You may trust me—and Mr. Purnett too, I think."
"Oh yes; I can trust him. Good-bye!"
Without offering her hand, far less with any suggestion of a more emotional farewell, Amy Ledstone drifted towards the door. This time Winnie did not escort or follow her guest. She stood still, watching her departure. She really did not know what to say to her; Amy's attitude was so balanced—or rather not balanced, but confused. Yet just before the guest disappeared, she found herself calling out: "I am grateful, you know. Because thinking as you do about me——"
Amy turned her head for a moment. "Yes, but I don't know that you'll come worst out of it, after all," she said.