"The car is coming," she said faintly. "You must not—oh, good-by, good-by!"
The brightly lighted car groaned and squeaked painfully to a standstill, and he helped her to mount the high step.
"Good-by," she murmured again; but when she looked up he was still at her side, feeling mechanically in his pocket for fares. "You must not go with me," she said firmly. "People will see you, and—and—I should prefer to be alone."
John Everett set his square American jaw. "I am sorry," he said briefly, "but I am going to see you to a place of safety somewhere. And to-morrow——"
"I do not need you," she said pointedly. "I am going to my friend, Miss Forbes, in New York."
"Very well," he agreed, "I will see you to your friend's house."
She did not once look at him till they had found places in a secluded corner on the ferryboat deck. Then she spoke again.
"I wish," she said gently, "that you would leave me."
John Everett looked down at her. "Jane," he said abruptly, "are you already married?"