The atmosphere had all at once grown tense with some unlooked-for stress of emotion.
"Shall I tell you ?" "Yes--tell me!" "I was beginning to forget that you're the 'type of woman I hate,'" he said.

And strode out of the room, leaving her startled and unaccountably shaken.
When he came back he had completely reassumed his former non-committal manner.
"There's a taxi waiting for you," he announced.

"It's perfectly clear outside now, so I think you will be spared any further adventures on your way home." He accompanied her into the hall, and as they shook hands she murmured a little diffidently: "Perhaps we shall meet again some time ?" He drew back sharply.
"No, we shan't meet again." There was something purposeful, almost vehemently so, in the curtly spoken words.

"If I had thought that----" "Yes ?" she prompted.

"If you had ?" "If I'd thought that," he said quietly, "I shouldn't have dared to risk this last half-hour." A momentary silence fell between them.