She lifted her large eyes toward his face and shook her head slowly, without a word.
Baffled by her manner, he struck at what he thought to be the heart of the awkward situation.
“What do you want? What have you come for?” he demanded, harshly. “Money?”
She shook her head again and smiled.
“No, Harry. I want nothing, except just to be with you once again—for a little time.”
A long sigh, from the depths of her bosom, escaped her as she turned her head down again to the fire and stared dreamily into its red recesses.
“Just to be with you,” she repeated, softly, as to herself, “once more.”
He stood over her, not knowing what to say. Silence filled the room.
She looked up at him, timidly.