His arm now pressed hers so tightly against his side that it hurt her a little.
“No!” he said in a low rough voice. “No!”
She was silent.
“Can't you see what's the matter, girl? I couldn't do it. I'd never let you go—never! I'm insane with love for you. I'm full of you—throbbing, singing, thrilling with you!”
Again he stopped short They walked on slowly, arm in arm. She glanced up at his face. It was twisted, as with pain.
She tried to think. Every way lay confusion. Suddenly she freed her arm.
“Henry—” she began; then walked on a dozen steps before she could continue. “You have a timetable, Henry?”
“Oh—Sue!”
“Please, Henry! I can't miss that late train. I have no key, as it is, It will be difficult enough.” They walked another block, moving steadily toward the Pennsylvania-Station-Herald-Square region whence all roads lead out into Long Island and New Jersey. She did not know what he would say or do. It was a relief when finally he found the time-table in his pocket and handed it to her.
She stood under a street light to puzzle out the cabalistic tangle of fine print.