She did not fold the paper, but continued to read the address.
"No," he said, "nothing will.

But would you not despise a man who could not screw up his courage to face the possibility ?" He wondered what she was thinking about, for she did not seem to hear him.
A clock in the drawing-room behind them struck the half-hour, and the sound seemed to recall her to the present.
"Are you going now ?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, vaguely puzzled.

"Yes, I must go now." She rose, and for a moment he held her hand.

He was distinctly conscious of something left unsaid--of many things.

He even paused on the edge of the verandah, trying to think what it was that he had to say.