After a moment, as she still remained silent, "I am going away to-night," he went on; "that is, unless there is something I can do for you. Will you tell me your plans?"
"Yes, always," she answered, speaking low from the darkness. "Everything concerning me you may always know, if you care to know. But so far I have no plan."
"I leave you with Miss Teller; that is safety. Miss Teller claims the privilege now of having you with her always."
"I shall not stay long."
"You will write to me?"
"Yes."
People were now entering the square from the other side. The window-sill was between them; he took her hands, drew her forward from the shadow, and looked at her in the dim light from the street lamp.
"It is my last look, Anne," he said, sadly.
"It need not be."
"Yes; you have chosen. You are sure that there is nothing more that I can do?"