"She turned ... looked back, hesitated"
She turned, took a step or two—looked back, hesitated, then slowly retraced her steps to where he was standing by the flower-covered table.
From the mass of blossoms she drew a white carnation, touched it to her lips, and, eyes still lowered, offered it to him. In her palm, beside it, lay a key. But he took only the blossom, touching it to his lips as she had done.
She looked at the key, lying in her trembling hand, then lifted her confused eyes to his once more, whispering:
"Good-night—and thank you."
"Good-night," he said, "until to-morrow."
And they went their separate ways.