any little book that's
gone with you everywhere, that's shabby from your constant use? I want
to keep it in my handbag in the daytime and under my pillow at night."

He turned away to the window. She sat on her heels before the
bookcase, the white folds of the burnoose flowing out round her, her
fragile hands in her lap, her soft palms upturned, her fluffy hair
trailing down to frame her sad face.

She continued:

"Don't forget to leave me the key. There will always be flowers here;
but the moment they fade fresh ones will take their place. What chair
do you like to sit in? On winter nights I'll come here, and draw your
favorite chair toward the fire, and sit opposite. I won't let these
cruel weapons, these hideous painted faces, frighten me. I'll tell
myself that nothing can prevent us from being together again. Yes,"
she declared, in a deadened voice, "my thoughts are going to form armor
round you. Just wait! When you're alone out there, and everything's
silent, you'll wonder what it is that makes the air round you electric.
It will be my thoughts of you."

The clock struck the hour. She rose; but at the doorway she paused,
drooping and tremulous, so that he could take her in his arms again.
Her head sank back; her curling lashes veiled her eyes, and a sob,
swelling her throat, escaped through her quivering lips. Her knees
bent, and with a look of anguish she cried distractedly:

"Good-by! Good-by!"

She believed that her heart had stopped beating.

She was in the bedroom, lying on the couch spread over with a leopard
skin. He was sitting beside her. His face expressed alarm; for she
shivered convulsively, turning her head from side to side, and biting
her lips. He urged her to have courage.

"Courage! When I shall never see you again?"

"What an idea!"

She touched his dark cheek with her fingers on which the nails were
like gems. Her eyes, extraordinarily enlarged, and swimming in a
mournful tenderness, regarded his face, as if striving to impress it
forever upon her mind.

"Give it up," she pleaded once more. "Don't scorn my intuition."

"It's necessary," he said. "More so now than ever."

"Money! As if there were no other way! And even if there weren't----"

Parr knocked on the door.

"Shall I call the taxi, sir?"

"Yes."

Lying motionless, staring at the ceiling, she faltered:

"All right. I'll dress."

But she could hardly drag herself to her feet.

As she pinne