Nan suddenly extended her hand.
"Good-night."
He attempted to draw her into his arms.
"Not like that, Nan."
She repulsed him and repeated her cold dismissal:
"Good-night."
"Nan, dear," he pleaded, "we've never parted in anger before. Of all the hours of my life this is one in which I—I—least dreamed of such a thing."
Without a word, she turned toward the stairs.
"Nan!" he called tenderly.
The proud white figure slowly mounted the first step. He seized his hat and coat and grasped the door, fumbling at the knob in rage.