'Not if I can help it,' he answered. 'But you may not see me to-morrow.'
'Not in the evening?' she asked in great anxiety. 'Not even after they are gone?'
'I cannot tell,' he replied gravely. 'Perhaps not.'
She dropped his wrist and turned from him.
'You are going to be married,' she said in a low voice. 'I was sure of it.'
'No!' he answered with emphasis. 'Not that!'
She turned to him again; it did not occur to her to doubt his word, and her eyes asked him the next question with eager anxiety, but he would not answer. He only repeated the three words, very tenderly and softly—
'Good-night—Arethusa!'
She knew it was good-bye, though he would not say it; she was not guessing his meaning now. But she was proud. He should not see how hurt she was.
'Good-night,' she answered. 'If you are going away—then, good-bye.'