"She came just to see me. She came—after what had passed at your house—so that we should, after all, at last meet. The impulse seemed to me exquisite, and that was the way I took it."
I looked round the room where she had been—where she had been and I never had been.
"And was the way you took it the way she expressed it?"
"She only expressed it by being here and by letting me look at her. That was enough!" he exclaimed with a singular laugh.
I wondered more and more. "You mean she didn't speak to you?"
"She said nothing. She only looked at me as I looked at her."
"And you didn't speak either?"
He gave me again his painful smile. "I thought of you. The situation was every way delicate. I used the finest tact. But she saw she had pleased me." He even repeated his dissonant laugh.
"She evidently pleased you!" Then I thought a moment. "How long did she stay?"
"How can I say? It seemed twenty minutes, but it was probably a good deal less."
