I must." She shook her head doubtfully.

"I don't know," she said.

"I shall be very busy getting ready to leave; but perhaps we may meet again." "We must.

I--Miss Graham, I--" She had closed the door.

He ran homeward through the rain, the storm which soaked him to the skin being but a trifle compared to the tornado in his breast.
He spent the balance of the day somehow, he could not have told how.