"Here," he called, as she turned toward the door marked Ladies' Entrance, "aren't you going to say good-by to Reg?"
For a moment she almost lost her hardly regained self-control. To say good-by to Reg was the final wrench. She had known him in those immeasurably far-off days at home. It was saying good-by to England. She held out her hand without speaking.
"Good-by, Miss Marsh," he said warmly, "and good luck."
A quarter of an hour later Taylor came to her in the stuffy little parlor of which she was the solitary tenant. In silence they made their way to the building occupied by the Y. W. C. A.
"You have money?" he asked as they reached the door.
"Plenty, thanks."
"Do you want me to come in with you?"
"It isn't necessary."
"What time shall I come for you to-morrow?"
"At whatever time you choose."