"May we not at least remain friends?" he asked, after a moment.
Her laugh was a little harsh.
"What kind of friendship would that be? You, a minister, and me a woman on the town?"
"If I can stand it, I should think you might."
"Well, I can't stand it," she answered.
He got up, and held out his hand. She stood seemingly irresolute, and then took it.
"Good night," he said.
"Good night," she repeated nonchalantly.
As he went out of the door she called after him:
"Don't be afraid I'll worry the kid!"