His head was bent low over his hands, so that she could not see it well; but at the first sight of his back and shoulders she thought it was Tyson.
It was Stanistreet.
He turned and started when he saw her.
"Forgive me," said he, "I--I'm leaving to-morrow, and I was just writing a note to you.

I was going--I did not expect to see you--they told me-" His manner was nervous and confused and he broke off suddenly.

She sat down in the chair he had just left, and took off her gloves and her hat.
She leaned her elbow on the table and her head upon her hand.

"Don't go," she said.

"I only came in here to get away--to think.