He got up.

"It's getting late.

I must go," he stammered.
She rose, mechanically, and put out her hand.
"May I come again ?" he said, holding it more tightly than he knew, and looking intently at her.

Was he going to be dismissed?
The pain he caused her hand recalled her to herself.

A look of bewilderment crossed her face, and then she realized his suspense and said, gravely, "You may come again." He kissed the hand he held, and, as he did so, he knew for the first time that she loved him.