"I do not understand you. Prove to me that you care."
"I have proved it."
"An easy proof."
Peter hated himself for this angry stab at her. She went pale.
"I did not mean it," he cried at once.
"A light woman lightly offered," she said, interpreting his reproach.
"No."
He sank beside her in an agony of penitence. But she drew away from him, and he accepted her decision. There could be no more love to-night. The pallor had not left her face, and it struck into Peter a sense of enormous guilt. Again she pitied him.
"Come to me here to-morrow," she said. "I want to talk to you."