As they neared the little house, Milly perceived the light in the front room and with an intuition of something unpleasant to follow dismissed her lover peremptorily, with a last daring kiss beneath the street-light, and tripped into the house.
It all came over her as soon as the tall figure rose from the uncomfortable corner sofa: she knew what she had done and she was filled with real concern for the Other One.
"Edgar!" she cried. "Have you been waiting long?"
"Some time," Mrs. Ridge observed with reproof.
"Since four forty-five," Duncan admitted, and added with a touch of sentiment. "I came fifteen minutes before the time."
Milly cast a fleeting glance backward over what had happened to her since four forty-five!
"But it doesn't matter now," he said with intention, "all the waiting!"
Mrs. Ridge discreetly withdrew at this point.
"I'm so glad to see you," Milly began lamely. "Do sit down."
"I've been sitting a long time," Edgar Duncan remarked, patiently reseating himself on the stiff sofa.