"You will go ?" he asked.
"It makes no difference," she answered; then added sharply: "Who are you, to look at me like that, to--!" She paused.
"I am your friend and your master!" He rose.

"Good-night," he said, at the door, and went out.
He heard the key turn in the lock.

He had forgotten his papers and letters.

It did not matter.

He would read them when she was gone--if she did go.