“Good night, Sue. You'll let me help?”
“Of course. Henry.”
“I'll sublet the place for you—to somebody. I'll take that on myself.”
She considered this, then soberly inclined her head. “This is the key, Henry. Give it to Betty. And here's the key to the outer door.”
He took the two keys; dropped them into his pocket, where they jingled against the other one.
“It's a lonely road you're taking, Sue. Good luck.”.
“Oh, I'll see you, Henry. It won't be so exacting as that.”
“But life is going to change—for me and for you. The kaleidoscope won't fall again into the old combination. New crowds, new ideas, are coming in—new enthusiasms.”
“The Village forgets pretty easily,” she murmured, rather wistful.
“Yes, it forgets.... Sue, you'll marry—perhaps.”