Advena stopped.
"We came here once before together--in the spring.

Do you remember ?" she asked.
"I remember very well." She had turned, and he with her.

They stood together with darkness about them, through which they could just see each other's faces.
"It was spring then, and I went back alone.

You are still living up that street?
Good night, then, please.

I wish again--to go back--alone." He looked at her for an instant in dumb bewilderment, though her words were simple enough.