THE SENSE OF THE PAST
"Why, that I take in the same way my chance of yours." She paused—he must understand.
This took him indeed no great time. "You'll have me if I do come?"
She hesitated again but an instant. "If you come on your honour. If you come———!" But it was as if she couldn't put it.
He tried to help her. "Without regret?"
Ah this wasn't good enough. "If you come with desire."
Ralph stared. "How in the world can I come without it if I come for you?"
She used again her large ease. "That won't help you if you're loyal."
"Loyal?" he wondered.
"To the real truth. To your genius."
"Oh I'll take care of my genius!"
"You will," she presently returned, "if you remember well this: that if you do rejoin me you engage to me to stay."
"Very good—I shall remember it well."
"Good-bye then," said Aurora Coyne.
She saw him to the door, where he paused for a last light. "Does that mean you hold you're safe?"
"It means that I hold you are," she answered as she turned away.
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