It was all very well to talk of telling the truth to one’s beloved; but the truth was not such an easy thing to tell!...
So Felix was reflecting, as he put on his coat and hat to go home, when there was a knock on the door he had banged shut, and Phyllis entered.
“I want a breath of fresh air,” she said. “I’ll walk over to your place with you if you don’t mind.”
XLIV. Aubade
1
“THERE’S a light burning in your studio,” she said as they turned the corner. They had been silent all the way, Phyllis happy to be out in the moonlight, and Felix rather moodily uneasy at this prolongation of an incident that had already had its due ending.
“Yes, Rose-Ann is still up,” he said.
He unlocked the door, and Phyllis ran in eagerly. Rose-Ann sprang up from the table where she had been working over some magazine proofs.
“Phyllis!” she cried, and the two girls embraced like old friends long parted.