“There men disagree.”
She mused a moment like a Cassandra.
“All men seem to disagree,” she said.
Probably another half-hour passed before the girl rose from the grass with the consciousness of parting. Gabriel, soft-fibred pessimist, stood beside her with an utter sense of unreality bearing upon his brain.
“Good-bye; I must go home.”
“And I, too.”
She flushed a very little and her eyes kindled.
“Do you know—” she began.
“Well?”
“I am feeling lonely for the first time in my life.”