"Well," said she, feeling herself color slightly. Still he did not answer. She shifted uneasily.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, just a trace of the personal in her tone.
"Eavesdropping again. Staring. This is the day when I say good-by to you. I've come to say my good-by now."
"Why should it be like that?" she asked after a time.
"Will you be happy?"
She did not answer, and he leaned forward as he spoke.
"You left a happy world behind you. Do you want to see this world now, this sordid, bloody, torn and worn old world, so full of everything but joy and justice? Do you want to see it any more? Why?"
"It is my right to see the world," said Mary Gage simply. "I want to see life. There's not much risk left for me. But you talk as though things were final."
"I'm going away. Let's not talk at all."
For a long time she sat silent.