“Yes.”
“Oh!” and she walked out of the room.
He did not see her for three days, and the picture stood still. He went to the Harneys' and found Rebecca packing her trunk.
“We are going back to New York,” she said.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because our holiday is over.”
Miss Thorne regarded him with chill severity.
“When may we expect to see you?” she inquired.
He really felt half stupefied,—as if for the time being his will was paralyzed.
“I don't know,” he answered.