He brought the cloak to where she stood wearily, and put it on her shoulders, stepping back instantly.
"Good-by."
It was said more to the room than to him.
"Good-by," he said dully.
She took a step and then raised her eyes to his.
"That was more than you had a right to say, even to me," she said without reproach in her voice.
He avoided her look.
"You will be sorry. I know you," she said with pity for him. She went toward the door.
"I am sorry," he said impulsively. "I shouldn't have said it."
"Thank you," she said, stopping and returning a little toward him.