"I am not yours yet," said the girl, pushing forward and waving him aside. "You shall not speak so to my friend."
Beekman had said and done nothing. With a low, passionate cry Hano turned and fled. His time was not yet.
"That is hate," said the man; "jealousy."
"I understand. He likes you not because I like you and you like me."
"Yes."
The maiden walked along silent and thoughtful.
"It is a pity that you came," she said at last.
"Why?"
"I was content before."
"And now!"