"Of course. I have meant to you only grief—pain. And can mean only that to you, always."
She did not deny his words.
"Of course," he agreed. Then he stood, without words, unmoving.
"You had better go," she said at length.
He took his hat mechanically. "The future?"
"You were right."
"You mean—we should not meet again?"
"This is the last time."
Again he stood silent, unmoving.
"You had better go," she said. "Good-night."