"No; but to-morrow won't be the same. And the time goes so fast. Very soon you will be going too."
"It will soon be Midsummer Day," smiled Max.
She gave a sudden, sharp shiver. "Lots of things may happen before then."
He held her closely to him for a moment, and in the thrilling pressure of his arms she felt his love for her vibrate; but he made no verbal answer to her words.
Slowly at length she released herself. "Well, I suppose I must say good-night. I hope you will be comfortable. You are sure you have all you want?"
"Quite sure," he said.
"Then good-night!" She went back for a moment into his arms. "I wonder
Nick isn't here. Do you think he can have gone to bed?"
"Haven't an idea," said Max. "Anyhow I don't want him. And it's high time you went. Good-night, dear!"
Again closely he held her; again his lips pressed hers. Then, his arm about her, he led her to the door.
They parted outside, she glancing backward as she went, he standing motionless to watch her go. At the last she kissed her hand to him and was gone.