"If I leave you will you go to bed and rest?"
"I think so. You can say good night."
He rose and came toward her.
"No—don't say it!" she cried. "Don't speak to me!"
She drew back and put her hands behind her as a sign that he was not to touch her.
He stood for a moment looking at her. And as he looked at her he was afraid, even as she was. He said to himself that in that moment she was wise and had done well. For his heart hardly knew its pity from its passion, and its passion from its fear.
And she, seeing that she stood between him and the door, turned aside and made his way clear for him.