She was going, but I could not restrain myself.
“Thomas,” I said to the man, “call her back. I will make a selection of her work for Madam.”
As I stood there by the mantelpiece with head bent, waiting, I saw in the mirror the crimson curtains parted, and there stood a little, grey figure, shrinking, shabby, surprised. Then I turned slowly and once again we were face to face.
“Little Thing!”
She started. Her hand in its shabby, cotton glove went up to her throat, and she made a step as if she would throw herself in my arms.
“You?”
“Yes,” I said miserably. “I never thought to see you again.”
“And I did not, sink I evaire see you. It would have been better not.”
“It would; but I’m glad, I’m glad.”
“Yes, I am glad too, for I want to say how sorry I am I leave you like that. I was mad wiz jealousy. I could not help it. After, I want very much keel myself, but I have promised you I do not.”