“But it is rather about the future,” I said, “than the past that I have been obliged to call upon you this afternoon.”
Her eyes became dreamy, although they were still fixed upon me.
“Ah, the future,” she said, “the unknown future.”
“And you will be sorry to hear,” I said, “that owing to a misunderstanding, Mr. Chrysostom has requested me to leave.”
“Do you mean my husband?” she asked.
“Why, of course,” I replied.
“Dear Chrysostom,” she said. “This is some of his hair.”
She showed me a small locket containing the article mentioned.
“I am compelled to remind you,” I said, “that you were not always so affectionate.”
“No, that’s true,” she said, “that’s very true. But happily I also have matured.”