"I wanted to—I wanted to go so much that I determined not to give in to the feeling. Really it frightened me."
Dr. Harpe's eyes looked a muddy green, like the sea when it washes among the piling.
"Perhaps I was wishing for you—willing you to come."
"Were you? I felt as though something was making me go, making me almost against my will, and each time I started toward the door I simply had to force myself to go back. I can't explain exactly, but it was so strange."
"Very strange, Gus." Her eyes now held a curious gleam. "But the next time you want to come—come, do you hear? I shall be wishing for you."
"But why did you stay away all day?"
"I wanted to see if you would miss me—how much."
"I was miserably lonesome. Don't do it again—please!"
"You have your Phidias." There was a sneer in her voice.
"Oh, yes," Mrs. Symes responded simply, "but he has been gone all day."