" "What is it, dear one?" "What? I've been waiting in agony for an hour, two hours...No, I won't...I can't quarrel with you.

Of course you couldn't come.

No, I won't.

" She laid her two hands on his shoulders, and looked a long while at him with a profound, passionate, and at the same time searching look.

She was studying his face to make up for the time she had not seen him.