Her chair was farther away. She waited for him—as one expecting to be called. He turned; their eyes met full.
“You are not an American soldier——”
“I am an American. I have had a hard time, almost as hard as any soldier could——”
“I wouldn’t have come—the whole city will serve you——”
“That’s why I didn’t speak. No soldier could have gotten more good.”
Her eyes turned downward. The room was almost dark. A knock at the door.
“I must go——”
He held out his hand. “Won’t you come again?”
“It doesn’t seem——”
He would not let her hand go. “Oh, won’t you come again?”