The hallways were dark and deserted as they mounted the stairs side by side.
"This is my door," she said.
"Mine is on the next floor."
"Then—good night, Louis."
He took her hand in silence. After a moment she released it; laid both hands lightly on his shoulders, lifted her face and kissed him.
"Good night," she said. "You have made this a very happy day in my life.
Shall I see you in the morning?"
"I'm afraid not. I left word to have a horse ready at daylight. It is not far from that, now."
"Then I shall not see you again?"
"Not until you come to New York."
"Couldn't you come back for a day? Querida is coming. Sammy and Harry
Annan are coming up over Sunday. Couldn't you?"