He impatiently protested. "Ah! we're not staring!"
"Yes, but we're talking."
"Well, we were—after a fashion." He lost himself in the memory of it. "It was as friendly as this." I had it on my tongue's end to ask if that were saying much for it, but I remarked instead that what they had evidently done was to gaze in mutual admiration. Then I inquired whether his recognition of her had been immediate. "Not quite," he replied, "for, of course, I didn't expect her; but it came to me long before she went who she was—who she could only be."
I thought a little. "And how did she at last go?"
"Just as she arrived. The door was open behind her, and she passed out."
"Was she rapid—slow?"
"Rather quick. But looking behind her," he added, with a smile. "I let her go, for I perfectly understood that I was to take it as she wished."
I was conscious of exhaling a long, vague sigh. "Well, you must take it now as I wish—you must let me go."
