"Please!" she cried, straining away at the length of her slender arm. "You mustn't! You got my note!"
"And tore it to fragments—an hour since! I don't remember a word of it!"
"But I meant it!"
"You didn't!"
"Let me go, please; I ought not to be here; I don't want to stay here."
"You must stay until—but you're trembling!" He dropped her hand and stood back contritely. "Have I scared you?"
"Yes.... I don't know.... Good night."
She turned, but didn't go. The moonlight enfolded her slim form with white radiance and danced in and out of her soft hair. Wade drew a deep breath.
"Will you listen a moment to me, please?" he asked, calmly.
She bowed her head without turning.