She withdrew herself from him, shook her head hopelessly.
“I can’t,” she said, wearily. “I have promised——”
“Arrowsmith?”
“Father.” Her tone answered all the implications of his question with a dreary finality that left no issue. Her sigh was a seal upon resignation.
“Then it’s good-bye?”
She nodded in a forced economy of speech.
“Good-bye.”
He picked up hat, stick, and gloves and moved toward the door.
“You’ve nothing more to say to me?”
She shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears.