“We were such very good friends.”
Still he was silent.
“Is it au revoir?” she whispered, and waited for a moment on the threshold.
“Then it is adieu.”
“Yes,” he said, huskily, “that is better.”
She trembled a little and leaned against the doorway.
“Adieu, mon ami—” She tried to speak, but her voice broke and ended in a sob.
Then, all at once, and neither knew just how it was, she was lying in his arms, sobbing passionately.
“Rex,” said Yvonne, half an hour later, as she stood before the mirror arranging her disordered curls, “are you not the least little bit ashamed of yourself?”