No?
Not even yet?
Is it innocence or kindness that makes you so slow to understand?
My dear, I have obtained admission to this respectable house by means of false references, and I have been discovered.

_Now_ you know why you must not be the friend of such a woman as I am! Once more, good-night--and good-by." Emily shrank from that miserable farewell.
"Bid me good-night," she said, "but don't bid me good-by.

Let me see you again." "Never!" The sound of the softly-closed door was just audible in the darkness.
She had spoken--she had gone--never to be seen by Emily again.
Miserable, interesting, unfathomable creature--the problem that night of Emily's waking thoughts: the phantom of her dreams.

"Bad?
or good ?" she asked herself.

"False; for she listened at the door.