He unclasped her clinging hands, and fairly pushed her away from him.

"Good-night, Rose," he said, shortly, and turned, and went up the path to his own door with determined strides.
"Barney!" Rose called after him; but he paid no attention.

She even ran up the path after him; but the door shut, and she turned back.
She was trembling from head to foot, there was a great rushing in her ears; but she heard a quick light step behind her when she got out on the road, and she hurried on before it with a vague dread.
She almost ran at length; but the footsteps gained on her.

A dark skirt brushed her light-colored one, and Charlotte's voice, full of contempt and indignation, said in her ear: "Oh, I thought it was you." "I--was coming up--to your--house," Rose faltered; she could hardly get her breath to speak.
"Why didn't you come, then ?" demanded Charlotte.

"What made you go to Barney Thayer's ?" "I didn't," said Rose, in feeble self-defence.