But she did not quail before his fire. “Perhaps not,” she returned, quietly.
There was a moment of silence between the two.
“And now, will you please allow me to pass?” she said.
Her words sent all the anger out of him.
“But,” he besought desperately, “surely sometime I may meet you again?”
“This is the last time,” said she with quiet finality.
“Forever?”
“Forever.”
He leaned against the door and stared at her with dizzy pain; till she recalled him by repeating,
“Will you please allow me to pass?”