She dropped her head again.
There was a train at four that afternoon. He took a gay and casual leave of Helen and Grayson, where he found them reading together in the library.
"Will you be back to-morrow?" inquired the latter.
"I'm not sure. I may be detained for some time," said Cleland carelessly. And went upstairs.
Stephanie, frightfully pale, came to her door. Her hair was dressed and she was gowned for the afternoon. She tried to speak but no sound came from her colourless lips; and she laid her hands on his shoulders in silence. Their lips scarcely touched before they parted; but their eyes clung desperately.
"Good-bye, dear."
"Good-bye," she whispered.
"You know I love you. You know I shall never love another woman?"
"Try to—forget me, Jim."
"I can't."