"But let's be friends, can't you? Just now—I'm so young still—later—Please let's be friends, Mr. Peavey!"
He shook his head.
"I'm afraid—that's too hard, and—I don't think you'll ever change!"
"I have been honest!" she said sadly—which was true, in a measure.
"Very!"
He shook her hand with an exaggerated bow, signaled the chauffeur and went back.
All at once she had a feeling of utter loneliness and abandonment. He had been something so secure in her life, so dependable. To give him up was more of a wrench than she had imagined. It brought her a curious sense of peril. Would he wait, as she had suggested, or would this be the end, the last glimpse she would have of this strong, solitary, devoted soul?
She jumped out hastily at Miss Pim's, and then stopped to consider.
"Want me this evening?" said Brennon, watching her attentively.
"I don't know—yes—I'll telephone."