So--I was rather--tired waiting.

So I've told you." "It is only a fancy," he said, scarcely knowing what he was saying.
"I don't think so, Stephen." But he could not meet her candour, and he sat, silent, miserable, staring at the papers on his desk.
After a while she drew a deep, even breath, and rose to her feet.
"I'm sorry," she said simply.
"Marion--I never dreamed that--" "You should dream truer," she said.

There was a suspicion of mist in her clear eyes; she turned abruptly to the window and stood there for a few moments, looking down at her brougham waiting in front of the house.

"It can't be helped, can it!" she said, turning suddenly.
He found no answer to her question.
"Good-bye," she said, walking to him with outstretched hand; "it's all in a lifetime, Steve, and that's too short for a good, clean friendship like ours to die in.

I don't think I'd better come again.