He was amazed, bewildered, and the presence of the old marquise and her son seemed to smite his eyes like the glare of a watchman's lantern.

"Can't I see you alone ?" he asked.
"It would be only more painful.

I hoped I should not see you--I should escape.

I wrote to you.

Good-by." And she put out her hand again.
Newman put both his own into his pockets.