They came toward each other and each threw his light into the other's masked face.
"I've got the old lady's twinklers," she said. "Where's your swag?"
"I didn't take it," he whispered. "I've changed my mind. I'm leaving."
"What!"
"I'm not going to take anything. I'm going away. I came to tell you that."
She drew a step nearer and for a space her black eyes gazed up into his in amazement. The deep night silence of the great house flooded over them.
"You mean it?" she demanded.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I cannot. It was a mistake, my coming."