He did not turn away his eyes, but his face grew haggard.
“I think she’s an angel,” he said.
She threw herself into the chair beside her without moving her feet, and sat with her hands together in her lap, and her face bent out of his sight. He turned back, shaken and helpless. Her attitude affected him more than any words. Presently he came round and took her head between his hands.
“Don’t fret about me, Stel,” he said. “I’m not worth it.”
She sat up straight.
“Eugene, you must go away.”
He turned away his head.
“I can’t,” he said.
She stood up.
“Come here a moment.”