“Then you love me?” he said, moving a step forward.
“I never denied that,” she replied. “I might as well deny that I am a woman.”
He held out his arms. “Eve—then I shall never go back to the crossing.”
But she drew back. “Go—go there till to-morrow! To-morrow afternoon I will see you; and if you love me after that—”
“Yes?”
She turned away and pressed the bell. “Good-bye,” she said. Her voice sounded strange to him.
He came nearer, and touched her hand; but she drew it away.
“You may kiss me,” she said.
“Eve!”
“After to-morrow.”