"And now," she said, "you're going home?"
"I suppose so." But he remained rooted to the doorstep, digging into a crevice in it with his stick.
From the upper step she watched him intently.
"And we sha'n't see each other again."
He was not sure whether it was a statement or a question.
"Sha'n't we?" He said it submissively, as if she really knew.
She was opening the door now and letting herself in. Miss Usher had a latch key.
"Where?" said Miss Usher, softly, but with incision. She had turned now and was standing on her threshold.
"Oh—anywhere—"
"Anywhere's nowhere." Miss Usher was smiling at him, but as she smiled she stepped back and shut the door in his excited face.