"This--might be hard to believe, except that it must be so easy to see. I've known you less than three days, and I never wanted to--even like you. My one idea was to think of you as my enemy. That was what Maginnis and I agreed--plotting together like a pair of nihilists. It all seems so preposterous now. Everything was against me from the beginning. I wouldn't face it till to-day, this afternoon. Then it all came over me in a rush, and, of course, your happiness became a great deal more to me than your father's. So we turned around, and it was then that I told you how happy I was. Didn't you know then what I meant? Of course it was because I had just found out ... how you were the one person in the world who mattered to me." There was a long silence. It deepened, grew harder to break. Little Jenny Thurston, watching these two through an upstairs shutter, marveled what adults found to say to each other in these interminable colloquies. A young cock-sparrow, piqued by their stillness, alighted on the fence near by and studied them, eye cocked inquisitively. "Of course, I'm not--asking anything," said Varney. "About this, I mean. I am answered, and over-answered, already. But ... do you believe now that I--voluntarily gave it up?" "Oh," said Mary, "you--you must not ask me that. You must not talk to me like this. I did trust you once--fully--when you were almost a stranger; last night--and then this afternoon--" "Do you believe me," said Varney, "or do you not?" Her lower lip was trembling very slightly, and she set her white teeth upon it. The sudden knowledge that she was near to tears terrified her, goaded her to lengths. She gathered all her pride of opinion and young sense of wrong and frightened feminine instinct, for a final desperate stand; and so flung at him more passionately than she knew: "How many times must I tell you? _I do not! I do not_!" Varney gave her a last look, stamping her face upon his mind, and took a step backward from the gate. "Then," said he ... "this is good-bye, indeed." Presently Mary raised her eyes. He had turned southward, toward the town, but at a pace so swift that he was already far down the road. A jutting curve came soon, and he vanished behind it, out of her sight. Dusk was falling fast on the wood now. The green of the trees deepened and blackened, turning into a crooked smudge upon the sky-line. The road fell between them like a long gray ribbon. Nothing was to be seen upon it; nothing was to be heard but the rustle of the early night wind and the pleasant sounds of the open road.