What use?
What use?
Why should he seek her, even although she bade him come?
She might no longer care, but he did; to her such a meeting might be only a mere incident, an experience to be lightly talked over, but to him such an interview could only prove continual torture.

But no! The thought wronged her; such an action would not be possible to Beth Norvell.

If she despatched this message it had been done honestly, done graciously.
He would show himself a craven if he failed to face whatever awaited him below.

With tightly compressed lips, he closed the door, and walked to the elevator.
She stood waiting him alone, slightly within the parlor door, her cheeks flushed, her red lips parted in an attempt to smile.

With a single glance he saw her as of old, supremely happy, her dark eyes clear, her slender form swaying slightly toward him as if in welcome.
For an instant their gaze met, his full of uncertainty, hers of confidence; then she stretched out to him her two ungloved hands.
"You gave me a terrible scare to-night," she said, endeavoring to speak lightly, "and then, to make matters worse, you ran away.