"Exactly what you're thinking—that they have come to life again."
"Jones, is Miss Florence awake?"
"No."
"Do you think there is any hope of having her understand what really happened?"
"I am only here to guard her. I can not undertake to read her thoughts."
"You're not quite in favor of a reconciliation?"
"Oh, yes, if it went no further. Young people are young people the world over."
"What does that mean?"
"That they would not create imaginary heartaches if they were not young. Better let things remain exactly as they are. When all these troubles are settled finally, the lesser trouble may be talked over sensibly. But this is not the time. There is no news. Good night."
Norton returned to his chair, gloomier than ever. With his feet upon the window sill he stared and stared and dreamed and dreamed till a hand fell upon his shoulder. It belonged to one of the office boys.