We never forget old friends.' Then again there was silence.

'Never,' she repeated, as she rose from her chair slowly and went out of the room.
Though he had fluttered flamewards now and again, though he had shown some moth-like aptitudes, he had not shown himself to be a downright, foolish, blind-eyed moth, determined to burn himself to a cinder as a moth should do.

And she;--she was weak.

Having her opportunity at command, she went away and left him, because she did not know what more to say.

She went away to her own bedroom, and cried, and had a headache, during the remainder of the day.