'Did you ever feel that you might turn out just—oh well, no good? Mr Henderson made me think that.'
'He isn't much good,' said she.
'As if your life wasn't worth making anything out of? Your friends ashamed of you? They talk about me here now. And I haven't been bad. Not yet. Just one or two little things.'
Her lips formed the words, in the dark, 'You're not bad.'
Then she said, rather sharply: 'Don't stand there looking like a whipped dog, Henry.'
'I'll go,' he said; and turned.
'You re the strangest person I ever knew,' she said. 'Maybe you are a genius. Considering that Mildred completely lost her nerve, your handling of Arthur came pretty near being it. I wonder.'
Humphrey and Mildred came out.
She came straight to him; gave him both her hands. 'You've settled everything for us. Humphrey, I want to kiss Henry. I'm going to.'
Henry received the kiss like an image. Then he and Humphrey went away together into the dawn.