“Why?”
“It’s necessary,” I floundered. “There is a scene—”
“I know,” she said quietly. “THAT must be, of course.”
Harman rose, and she took both his hands, holding them against her breast.
“My dear,” she said gently,—“my dearest, you must stay. Will you promise not to pass that door, even, until you have word from me again?”
“Yes,” he answered huskily, “if you’ll promise it SHALL come—some day?”
“It shall, indeed. Be sure of it.”
I had turned away, but I heard the ghost of his voice whispering “good-bye.” Then she was beside me and opening the door.
I tried to stay her.
“Mrs. Harman,” I urged, “I earnestly beg you—”