Jessie caught at her cloak, and threw it over her shoulders.

Then, with sunk head, she offered to shake hands.
'No use, Jessie,' Dagworthy remarked quietly, without answering her gesture.
'Of course, I know it's no use,' she said in a hurried voice of shame.
'I know it as well as you can tell me.

I wish I'd never come.' 'But you don't act badly,' he continued.
'What do you mean ?' she exclaimed, indignation helping her to raise her eyes for a moment.

'I'm not acting.' 'You don't mean anything by it--that's all.' 'No, perhaps not.

Good-bye.' 'Good-bye.