"I've got to tell you something; I've got to! I can't stand aside—I can't pass by on the other side!"
"Thank you," he said, smiling, "but Lazarus is all right now."
"I mean—something else!" Her voice fell to a whisper. "I must speak!"
He looked pleasantly perplexed, smiling.
"Is there anything—except a broken head—that could possibly permit me the opportunity of listening to you?"
"I—have seen you before."
"And I you."
She leaned against her window, head resting on her hand, her heart a chaos.
"Where are you going when—when I leave you?" she said.
He did not answer.