I'm not going to bother you." He seized her unresisting hand, pressed it to his lips, and went away.
He did not hear the musical giggle that followed him into the street, but, absorbed by his purpose, went home and mounted to his room.

Locking the door, and peering about among the furniture, according to his custom, he sat down at his desk, drew out the old contract, and started at his usual practice.

"Sign it," he said to himself, "and then you can use it or not--just as you please.

It's not the signing that will trouble you; it's the using." He tried the names all over again, and then, his heart beating heavily against the desk, he spread the document and essayed his task.

His heart jarred him.