"Have you been out all the evening?"
She nodded again.
"Take a cab and go home. I'll pay the man."
"No; I can't go yet."
"Why not?"
"I can't," she repeated, and a mulish look of obstinacy came into her face.
Julian guessed the miserable reason.
"Let me—" he began, and in a moment his hand would have been in his pocket. She stopped him.
"I told you as I never would, not from you," she said. "And I wouldn't, all the more since—since that night."
Then, after an instant, she added: