"I've been waiting and wondering, but I didn't call because I wanted you to come back for yourself and not for me.
It's been a long week, Marty, and in every hour of it I've grown.

Can't you see the change ?" And Martin looked at her, and his heart leaped, and the blood blazed in his veins and he was about to go forward and catch her in his arms with a great cry...
"Oh, hello, Lady-bird; who'd have expected to see you!" Joan wheeled to the left.
Lying full stretched on the settee, her settee, was a girl with her hands under her bobbed hair, a blue dress caught up under one knee, her bare arms agleam, her elfin face all white and a smile round her too red lips.
("White face and red lips and hair that came out of a bottle.") Martin said something, inarticulately, and moved a chair forward.

The girl spoke again, cheerily, in the spirit of good-fellowship, astonished a little, but too comfortable to move.
But a cold hand was laid on Joan's heart, and all that rang in her brain were the words that Alice had used,--"white face and red lips and hair that came out of a bottle....

Don't YOU be the one to turn his armor into common broadcloth." And for a moment she stood, looking from Marty to the girl and back to Marty, like one struck dumb, like one who draws up at the very lip of a chasm....

And in that cruel and terrible minute her heart seemed to break and die.