“Why do you hurry now?”
“I must walk.”
“That is right! Walk a great deal, walk until evening, kill yourself with fatigue and then go to bed.”
He had risen.
“Good-by, Any!”
“Good-by, dear friend. I will come to see you to-morrow morning. Would you like me to do something very imprudent, as I used to do—pretend to breakfast here at noon, and then go and have breakfast with you at a quarter past one?”
“Yes, I should like it very much. You are so good!”
“It is because I love you.”
“And I love you, too.”
“Oh, don't speak of that any more!”