“Go,” she said.
“Launa, say good-bye.”
And as the door closed she threw herself into a big chair and laughed. Captain Carden heard it as he left the flat and detected nothing but ridicule in it. Mr. Wainbridge went over to her; he saw she would have cried had she not laughed, and that her nerves were all unstrung.
“Why didn’t you tell me to kick him out? He deserved it.”
“Why didn’t you do it?”
She put her hands over her face, and began to sob. He stroked her hair gently, tenderly, and she liked it.
“I am an idiot! I am an idiot!” she said at last.
“What did he do?”
“How did you come? You were dining at the Grays’, I thought you said?”
“I came because I wanted to see you.”