"Good night?"
"Good-bye, then."
"Oh no."
"I'm grateful to you for getting me out of that place, but I can never see you or speak to you again."
"But—"
"We needn't go into it. I want to try to forget it, although I never shall. Good-bye."
"I can't let you go like this. Let me drive you home."
"Home!" laughed Mavis scornfully. "I've no home."
"Really no home?"
"I haven't a soul in the world who cares what becomes of me: not a friend in the world. And all I valued you've soiled. It made me hate you, and nothing will ever alter it. Good-bye."