She stood a moment, her face hidden in her hands, as though the horror of it all had just come to her.
Jane Loring faced around calmly, her face grave.
“What difference does it make what I believe?” she asked.
Nina looked at her a long while, then dropped her gaze, turned away and picked up her accessories. Her mission here was ended.
“I’m sorry. I seem to have misjudged you—your friendship.”
“Yes,” said Jane. “I think perhaps you have.”
Nina moved toward the door, and Jane, motionless, watched her. She did not speak again—nor did Jane; and in a moment the door closed between them—for the last time.
Nina was smiling when she entered her machine, but Jane climbed the stairs wearily.