heartbreak with which I take leave of you, just neatly completes the fracture!" Her reference to her going seemed suddenly, on this, to bring her back to a sense of proportion and propriety, and she glanced about once more for some wrap or reticule. This, in turn, however, was another recall. "Must I really wait—to go up?"
He had watched her movement, had changed colour, had shifted his place, had tossed away, plainly unwitting, a cigarette but half smoked; and now he stood in her path to the staircase as if, still unsatisfied, he abruptly sought a way to turn the tables. "Only till you tell me this: if you absolutely meant, awhile ago, that this old thing is so precious."
She met his doubt with amazement and his density with compassion. "Do you literally need I should say it? Can you stand here and not feel it?" If he had the misfortune of bandaged eyes, she could at least rejoice in her own vision, which grew intenser with her having to speak for it. She spoke as with a new rush of her impression. "It's a place to love———" Yet to say the whole thing was not easy.
"To love———?" he impatiently insisted.
"Well, as you'd love a person!" If that was saying the whole thing, saying the whole thing
