"Oh, I thought every one was gone."
"Yes, I thought so, too."
They fell silent, awkwardly silent. The easy comradeship was no more.
Then she smiled; no one but David could have told that the smile was forced.
"I was just thinking—isn't it funny?—that I'll be sorry to say good-by to that dingy, rackety street. I'll hate to leave this office. I've been here two years and—"
"You are leaving, then? I didn't know."
"Yes. At the end of the week."
He commanded his feet to go on. And they went—toward her. He rested his folded arms heavily on the tall desk.
"I'll miss you," he said. "I'll miss you very much. It won't seem the same here without you."
"But maybe you'll be leaving, too. If your plans are taken, you know."