"I wanted a quiet talk with you.

I did not care to meet anyone.

My name must be odious to your people." Both were silent, feeling a certain awkwardness.

They seemed to have drifted apart in some way since those delightful days in Paris and on the ship.

Then he said: "I'm going away, but I couldn't go until I saw you." "You are going away ?" exclaimed Shirley, surprised.
"Yes," he said, "I cannot stand it any more at home.