"Yes—I don't know. I don't know how dishonest I might be.... I don't know what is going to happen. I'm so poor, Rix—you don't realise—and I'm tired and sad—old before my time—perplexed, burnt out——"
She rested her head on one slender curved hand and closed her eyes. After a while she opened them with a weary smile.
"I'll try to think—after you are gone.... What time does your train leave?"
He glanced at his watch and rose; and she sprang up, too:
"No; I can make it. We'll have to walk rather fast——"
"I'd rather you left me here."
"Would you? Then—good-bye——"
"Good-bye.... Will you come up again?"
"I'll try."