He waited.
"I shouldn't go in this rain," he said.
"Do you WANT me to stay ?" she asked.
His hand as he held the dark curtain trembled.
"Yes," he said.
He remained with his back to her.

She rose and went slowly to him.

He let go the curtain, turned, hesitating, towards her.

She stood with her hands behind her back, looking up at him in a heavy, inscrutable fashion.
"Do you want me, Baxter ?" she asked.
His voice was hoarse as he answered: "Do you want to come back to me ?" She made a moaning noise, lifted her arms, and put them round his neck, drawing him to her.

He hid his face on her shoulder, holding her clasped.
"Take me back!" she whispered, ecstatic.