he made the careless statement! A world seemed to divide them already: it was as if their parting were already over. All the words, cries, arguments beating loud wings in her dropped back into silence. The only thought left was: "How much longer does he mean to go on standing there?"
He may have read the question in her face, for turning back from an absorbed contemplation of the window curtains he said: "There's nothing else—?"
"Nothing else?"
"I mean: you spoke of things to be settled—"
She flushed, suddenly remembering the pretext she had used to summon him.
"Oh," she faltered, "I didn't know . . . I thought there might be. . . . But the lawyers, I suppose. . . ."
She saw the relief on his contracted face. "Exactly. I've always thought it was best to leave it to them. I assure you"—again for a moment the smile strained his lips—"I shall do nothing to interfere with a quick settlement."
She stood motionless, feeling herself turn to stone. He appeared already a long way off, like a figure vanishing down a remote perspective.
"Then—good-bye," she heard him say from its farther end.
"Oh,—good-bye," she faltered, as if she had not had the word ready, and was relieved to have him supply it.
He stopped again on the threshold, looked back
