“Alas! you need not remember me for long. Perhaps I will have what I wanted here, in some other star.”
A few evenings later Eloise drew the door after her: “Hush!” she said, “the least noise will disturb him.” She hesitated, and left the door ajar.
“Do you regret?” whispered Pierre.
“No, but I am leaving everything.”
“Yes, even the old furniture; if it had not been for that I would never have known you,” he said.
“Everything—everything,” murmured Eloise.
She listened for a moment, and then shut the door softly on the empty house: Maurice had gone to the hospital that afternoon; the little maid had been discharged.
“But,” she said, holding Pierre’s arm and leaning away from him with her sweet smile, “I have also gained all—everything.”
The next moment they had gone cautiously away.