Stafford waited, his pale face set like a statue's.
—"That Maude—well, you don't expect her to consider the engagement binding after—after this?" The blood rushed to Stafford's face.
"I understand," he said. "Miss Falconer is free. I resign all claim to her."
At this moment Howard came out. He had almost fought his way from the crowded room.
"Stafford!" he cried. "It is not too late! You can take it back! They are friendly!"
Stafford smiled.
"I've nothing to take back!" he said.
Howard linked his arm in his friend's.
"Good Lord! But it was splendid! But all the same—Stafford, have you considered? It will leave you practically penniless!"
"I know," said Stafford. "I have considered. Let us go home."