"Yes, it is."
"Well, then, Miss Garnet, with the perfect understanding that the understanding is perfect, I propose to bid this hand good-by in a fitting and adequate manner, and trust I shall not be inter—!—rupted! Good-by."
"Oh, Mr. March, I don't think that was either fair or right!" Her eyes glistened.
"Miss Barb, it wasn't! Oh, I see it now! It was a wretched mistake! Forgive me!"
Her eyes, staring up into his, filled to the brim. She waved him away and turned half aside. He backed to the door and paused.
"Miss Barb, one look! Oh, one look, just to show I'm not utterly unforgiven and cast out! I promise you it's all I'll ever ask—one look!"
"Good-by," she murmured, but could not trust herself to move.
He stifled a moan. She gave a start of pain. He thought it meant impatience. She took an instant more for self-command and then lifted a smile. Too late, he was gone!