"Will you be lonely?"
I did not answer.
"When I glanced across the table at her again she had unpinned her hat. I waited; but she tossed it from her onto my bed.
"Why do you do that?" I asked.
"I shall not leave unless you do," she said serenely.
"That's nonsense! I am in no danger!"
"I should be, if I left you alone here."
"In what danger?"
"In danger—of falling a prey to—grief—Michael."
My heart almost stopped: she was looking down at the gloves which she was slowly stripping from her wrists: