He slipped out of the chair and left her in it.
“I’m very sorry, but it’s too late.”
She gave a heart-rending sob.
“But why? How can you be so cruel?”
“I suppose it’s because I loved you too much. I wore the passion out. The thought of anything of that sort horrifies me. I can’t look at you now without thinking of Emil and Griffiths. One can’t help those things, I suppose it’s just nerves.”
She seized his hand and covered it with kisses.
“Don’t,” he cried.
She sank back into the chair.
“I can’t go on like this. If you won’t love me, I’d rather go away.”
“Don’t be foolish, you haven’t anywhere to go. You can stay here as long as you like, but it must be on the definite understanding that we’re friends and nothing more.”