other. Then she remembered that Nick, during their last talk together, had seemed as inaccessible, and wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision. She would have liked to say this to Streff—but he would not have understood it either. The sense of loneliness once more enveloped her, and she groped in vain for a word that should reach him.
"Let me go home alone, won't you?" she appealed to him.
"Alone?"
She nodded. "To-morrow—to-morrow. . . ."
He tried, rather valiantly, to smile. "Hang tomorrow! Whatever is wrong, it needn't prevent my seeing you home." He glanced toward the taxi that awaited them at the end of the deserted drive.
"No, please. You're in a hurry; take the taxi. I want immensely a long long walk by myself . . . through the streets, with the lights coming out. . . ."
He laid his hand on her arm. "I say, my dear, you're not ill?"
"No; I'm not ill. But you may say I am, to-night at the Embassy."
He released her and drew back. "Oh, very well," he answered coldly; and she understood by his tone that the knot was cut, and that at that moment he almost hated her. She turned away,
