Montague said nothing for a minute or two. Suddenly he clenched his hands. “I must go up and see her,” he said.
Lucy had moved from the expensive hotel to which Oliver had taken her, and rented an apartment on Riverside Drive. Montague went up early the next morning.
She came and stood in the doorway of the drawing-room and looked at him. He saw that she was paler than she had been, and with lines of pain upon her face.
“Allan!” she said. “I thought you would come some day. How could you stay away so long?”
“I didn't think you would care to see me,” he said.
She did not answer. She came and sat down, continuing to gaze at him, with a kind of fear in her eyes.
Suddenly he stretched out his hands to her. “Lucy!” he exclaimed. “Won't you come away from here? Won't you come, before it is too late?”
“Where can I go?” she asked.
“Anywhere!” he said. “Go back home.”
“I have no home,” she answered.