“No easier than it is for me to stay. It’s always hardest for the one who stays, Carrie!”
“You’re a man! Such things mean more to a woman than a man.” They had both traveled far from the night they had talked drivel in the Cuttner sitting room.
“It seems to me the right thing to do, Carrie. There’s really nothing else!”
The girl left his arms. She went to the door. With hands on hips, she stood looking out.
“I see—you don’t love me—as much as I thought you did!” she said bitterly.
“Carrie!” The boy’s cry rang sharp. “Don’t say that! Don’t!”
“What else can I say?”
“Carrie! I——”
“Let’s go home, Nathan. It must be almost morning!”
He came around in front of her. He laid tender hands upon her shoulders. He forced her to look up into his drawn young face.