"Yes, I do. Unfortunately, I can't consult my own wishes in the matter."
She had been examining him narrowly.
"You don't want to stay, Mr. Markham," she announced, decisively.
He looked her in the eyes, but made no reply.
"We're not your sort, I know. But I thought that with Olga here—"
"It has been very pleasant. I am glad to have had the privilege—"
"Don't, Mr. Markham. The truth is," she went on, "that you came here because you thought you ought to be polite. You go because you think you have been quite polite enough. Isn't that true?"
"Figuratively, yes," he replied frankly. "I'm not gregarious by instinct. I can't help it. I suppose I'm just unsociable, that's all."
"Oh, well, I'm sorry," she said, rising. "If you won't stay—shall I see you again?"
"I think not. I'm leaving early."