"But it is too late to talk.

Good-night, Mr.Wharton." "Good-bye," he said quietly, yet with a low emphasis, at the same time moving out of her path.

She stopped, hesitating.

Beneath the lace and faded flowers on her breast he could see how her heart beat.
"Not good-bye?
You are coming back after the meeting ?" "I think not.

I must not inflict myself--on Mrs.Boyce--any more.