"No, no," she cried, shrinking away.
"Do you happen to be in love?" he said, restraining himself.
She looked at him very kindly.
"I will tell you that, when you come back—if you come back," she promised.
"If I come back!" he derided. Then, with eagerness, "You will write to me? I may write to you?" he stipulated.
"Oh, no—by no means. There must be no sort of communication between us. You must give yourself every chance to forget me—and to think of your cousin."
"I won't go," said Anthony.
He planted himself in a chair, facing her, and assumed the air of a fixture.
But Susanna rose.
"Good-bye, then," she said, and held out her hand.