“Morris!” commanded Hilda sharply, “what are you doing?”
The man cut short his heroism in confusion.
“You may go,” concluded Hilda.
Thorpe stood straight and unwinking by the straight portiere. After a moment he spoke.
“I have come to tell you that you were right and I was wrong,” said he steadily. “You told me there could be nothing better than love. In the pride of my strength I told you this was not so. I was wrong.”
He stood for another instant, looking directly at her, then turned sharply, and head erect walked from the room.
Before he had reached the outer door the girl was at his side.
“Why are you going?” she asked.
“I have nothing more to say.”
“NOTHING?”