"What—what made you—afraid?"
He left the big chair by the fire and came over to where she was sitting on the floor, and looked down at her.
"I was afraid I should never see you again," he said. "I—" and he put out his hand as though to touch her hair, "I wish—well I wish, I had known there was something besides you in the world!"
She said nothing.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked after awhile.
"I don't know," he said slowly, "I—don't—know!"
He turned abruptly and picked up his coat and hat. He did not offer to shake hands in parting. Cary had used to help him on with his coat and shake hands, but Cary did not move to-night. He walked over to the door, turning to look back at her.
"Good night," he said, in a matter of fact way, "Good-bye."
Cary sat motionless and she looked up at him dumbly.
"Good-bye," he repeated.