Their eyes held.
“Dicky!”
“Yes——”
“Let’s go—now.”
“I’m—I’m ready.”
“Dear Dicky, the years have done so much for you! The blur, the maze has gone out from between us. It’s so much more wonderful, isn’t it, than that other night here, when I almost, almost——?”
He waited for her to reach the hall curtains, before he turned off the light. In the dimness of the hall, he heard her low, slow tone:
“Fanny’s room was back—at the far end on this floor——”
“... I remember once, Pidge, I went up the next flight and knocked at the door of your little back room——”
“That’s gone now,” she answered.