He remarked that he was writing a great play. She smiled, and patted his hand. Probably she did not believe it. Anyway, she didn’t care, so long as he didn’t need sympathy and encouragement....
They were very happy....
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The end came suddenly, on the morning of the fourth day. They were having coffee.
She yawned, and asked for another cup. “I don’t think I’ll come back today,” she said casually.
He laughed. He couldn’t help it.
“You, too?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said frankly. “I’m getting interested in my play.... I suppose I’ve been rather a nuisance, talking about that play!”
“And you’re bored hearing what a great actress I am!” she said.
They smiled at each other.