Suddenly he went to his hat and coat. “I must go out!” he said.
“What do you mean?” cried Corydon.
“I mean I’ve got to go somewhere!” he replied. “I can’t stand it—I can’t stay here.”
“Thyrsis!” she cried, wildly. And she sprang to him and flung her arms about him. “No, no!” she cried. “No!”
“But what am I to do?”
“Wait! Wait!”
And she pressed him tightly to her. “Thyrsis!” she whispered. “Can’t you understand? Don’t be so stupid, dear!”
“Stupid!”
“Yes, sweetheart—can’t you see? I’m only a child! And it’s so strange! It frightens me! Try to realize how I feel!”
“But what am I to do?”