But it was many moments before he laid her hand down.
"You will be all right when you have eaten something," he said then, "and had another sleep. Is there something you want to say to me?"
His tone was kind, but his manner repressive. She wished the light had not been so dim upon his face.
"Max," she said, with an effort, "why—why did you close the door?"
She fancied he smiled, grimly humorous, at the question. She was sure his eyes gleamed mockery. He was silent for a space, and then: "Ask me some other time!" he said.
She breathed a sigh of disappointment. She knew she would never have the courage.
He waited a few seconds more, then as she remained silent he laid his hand again on hers and pressed it lightly.
"Good-night!" he said.
She scarcely responded, nor did he wait for her to respond. In another moment he had turned from her, and was talking in a low voice to Nick.
A minute later he went softly out, and she saw no more of him that night.