There was a turn of the head half toward him, something expectant in the tilt at the corner of her parted lips, which made it practically impossible to make any other answer.
"Why ?" she asked, in little more than a whisper--then she broke into a gay laugh and leapt off the wall.

She walked quickly past him.
"Why ?" she repeated over her shoulder as she passed him.

And he was too quick for her, for he caught her hand and touched it with his lips before she jerked it away from him.
"Because you are here," he answered, with a laugh.

But she was grave again and looked at him with a queer searching glance before she turned away and left him standing in the half-light--thinking of Miriam Liston..