He sat still, and she added: "I won't give you up.

Good-bye." "Good-bye ?"--he appealed, but without moving.
"I don't quite see my way, but I won't give you up," she repeated.
"There.

Good-bye." It brought him with a jerk to his feet, tossing away his cigarette.

His poor face was flushed.

"See here--see here!" "No, I won't; but I must leave you now," she went on as if not hearing him.
"See here--see here!" He tried, from the bench, to take her hand again.
But that definitely settled it for her: this would, after all, be as bad as his asking her to supper.