"Perhaps you would," said Magnus.
"But it is a great grief to me that you will have to give up all the schemes you had set your heart upon, Magnus."
"I have given up more than that, Thora," said Magnus, and he tried to push past her and go.
The light of her smile died off her face, and with a wistful look, in a pleading voice, she said:
"I feel as if I am losing a friend, Magnus, and you are saying good-by to me for good."
"Not that exactly," said Magnus.
"Good-by, Magnus!"
"Good-by!"
They were standing with hands clasped in what they believed to be their last parting when the buzz of the inner room broke out upon them again, and a cheery voice cried:
"Thora! Thora! Where are you?--Oh, it's you, Magnus?"