“Well?” he said at last.
But she gave him no answer and only walked the faster.
“You’re going?”
“Home—at once.” She spoke with cold incisiveness.
He walked along a few moments in silence—then said assertively:
“You’re afraid.”
For reply she only shook her head.
“It’s true,” he went on. “You’re afraid. A moment ago, you were willing to forget we had just met. Now in a breath you’re willing to forget that we’ve met at all.”
But she would not answer.