You aren't mad at me, are you ?" Barney never turned his head; the distance between them widened as Charlotte followed, calling.

She stopped suddenly, and stood watching her lover's dim retreating back, straining with his rapid strides.
"Barney Thayer," she called out, in an angry, imperious tone, "if you're ever coming back, you come now!" But Barney kept on as if he did not hear.

Charlotte gasped for breath as she watched him; she could scarcely help her feet running after him, but she would not follow him any farther.

She did not call him again; in a minute she turned around and went back to the house, holding her head high in the dim light.
She did not try to open the door; she was sure it was locked, and she was too proud.

She sat down on the flat, cool door-stone, and remained there as dusky and motionless against the old gray panel of the door as the shadow of some inanimate object that had never moved.
The wind began to rise, and at the same time the full moon, impelled softly upward by force as unseen as thought.