Miss G.—"Yes. But what do you think? If you think differently, and can make me see it differently, oughtn't you to do so?"
Mr. R.—"I don't see why. As you say, all is over between us."
Miss G.—"Yes." After a pause, "I should suppose you would care enough for yourself to wish me to look at the matter from the right point of view."
Mr. R.—"I don't."
Miss G., becoming more and more uneasy as the noise of the approaching train grows louder.—"I think you have been very quick with me at times, quite as quick as I could have been with you last night." The noise is more distinctly heard. "I'm sure that if I could once see it as you do, no one would be more willing to do anything in their power to atone for their rashness. Of course I know that everything is over."
Mr. R.—"As to that, I have your word; and, in view of the fact, perhaps this analysis of motive, of character, however interesting on general grounds, is a little"—
Miss G., with sudden violence.—"Say it, and take your revenge! I have put myself at your feet, and you do right to trample on me! O, this is what women may expect when they trust to men's generosity! Well, it is over now, and I'm thankful, thankful! Cruel, suspicious, vindictive, you're all alike, and I'm glad that I'm no longer subject to your heartless caprices. And I don't care what happens after this, I shall always—Oh! You're sure it's from the front, Allen? Are you sure the rear signal is out?"
Mr. R., relenting.—"Yes, but if it will ease your mind, I'll go and look again." He rises and starts towards the rear door.
Miss G., quickly.—"O no! Don't go! I can't bear to be left alone!" The sound of the approaching train continually increases in volume. "O, isn't it coming very, very, very fast?"
Mr. R.—"No, no! Don't be frightened."