"And later?"
I pulled open a drawer from which I knew I had taken all the contents.
"You mean when we're both ... free?"
"Suppose I put it ... when you're free?"
"Oh, then there may be ... some one else."
"Some one ... I know?"
I delved into another drawer, hiding my face. "Some one you may have heard of; but I don't—I don't think you know her."
When I had pushed in the drawer I raised myself; but I was alone in the room. Ten minutes later I had left the house without a good-by on either side.
On the door-step, in my working-man's costume, and with the everlasting bag and suit-case in my hands, I looked up at a starry, windy sky, with the trees of the Common tossing beneath it.
"My God, what an end!" I cried, inwardly.