They had reached the second storey. "I am trying to remember," she said. "After all, I think I have seen you before somewhere."
"In a dream, perhaps," he answered.
"Yes," she said. "Perhaps in the dream I spoke about."
They had reached the street, and Roma's carriage, a hired coupé, stood waiting a few yards from the door.
They shook hands, and at the electric touch she raised her head and gave him in the darkness the look he had tried to take in the light.
"Until to-morrow then," she said.
"To-morrow morning," he replied.
"To-morrow morning," she repeated, and again in the eye-asking between them she seemed to say, "Come early, will you not?—there is still so much to say."
He looked at her with his shining eyes, and something of the boy came back to his world-worn face as he closed the carriage door.
"Adieu!"