“I’ll bet there is.”
“No––no––no. There isn’t. I know! But you mustn’t come here any more. And you mustn’t talk to me any more. Then perhaps they’ll forget.”
He grew serious.
“It seems too bad if it’s got to be that way,” he answered.
“I ought to have known,” she said.
“And I ought to have known, too. I was a fool to send that box into the office, but I wanted you to get it before you went home.”
She raised her eyes to his a moment. Then a queer, tender expression softened her mouth.
“This is the end of it,” she answered. “And now I’m glad you did not know any better.”
She rose to go, and then she noticed that he had not lunched.
“I’ll wait here until you come back with your sandwich,” she said.