»Yes. To the fine folk.« Again the same smile. He had finished dressing, he was feeling his pockets.
»Give me my pocket-book.«
She handed it to him.
»And my watch.«
She gave it to him. They had been lying together on the little table.
»Goodbye.«
»Are you frightened?«
The question was quiet and simple. He looked up. There stood a woman, tall and shapely, with thin, almost child-like arms, a pale smile, and blanched lips, asking: »Are you frightened?«
How strangely she could change! Sometimes forceful and even terrible, she was now pathetic and more like a girl than a woman. But all this was of no account. He stepped toward the door.
»But I thought you were going to stay....«