Peg looked at Jerry's back turned eloquently toward her, as though in rebuke.
"Why in the wurrld did I say that to him?" she muttered. "It's me Irish tongue." She went to the door, and opened it noisily, rattling the handle loudly—hoping he would look around.
But he never moved.
She accepted the attitude as one of dismissal.
Under her breath she murmured:
"Good-bye, Misther Jerry—an' God bless ye—an' thank ye for bein' so nice to me." And she passed out.
In the hall Peg found Ethel and Hawkes waiting for her.
They put her between them in the cab and with "Michael" in her arms, she drove through the gates of Regal Villa never to return.
The gathering storm broke as she reached the station. In storm Jerry came into her life, in storm she was leaving his.
The threads of what might have been a fitting addition to the "LOVE STORIES OF THE WORLD" were broken.