"I used to," came the grim reply out of the night. He sounded cautious, doubtful. "Not any longer?" She withdrew herself wholly from him. They were completely sundered. Toby was failing her. She was stone cold to him--cold to all the world. "Who says I don't?" asked Toby, in a grumbling way. He put out his arm, but Sally stepped back. "Here." "No," she cried, sharply. Toby was not to take her for granted, not to hold her and make love to her. She was in earnest, and he was giving himself away as one who had taken what he could get. "I do." At last Toby's sullen assent reached Sally. "You think I'm a liar," she persisted. "You don't love me." It was bitter. There was a silence. Toby was almost invisible. Both were lost in the dull estrangement of that troubled mood. "Yes, I do," he muttered. "You _are_ a liar." "I'm not. It's true what I say. If Gaga finds out...." "Well? What d'you suppose _I_ can do? _I_ can't do anything. It's you who's got to do something." Sally thought for a moment at that savagely bullying tone, which was without love or understanding. She had a sudden sweep of hatred of Toby as an animal that took no heed of responsibility or consequences. The chill she had felt already deepened and filled her heart. Her loneliness was intensified. She gave a short laugh of bitter distraction. A greater fierceness shook her, and she began to walk slowly away from him. "Oh, well then, I'm done," she said, with cold recklessness. "All right." "Sally!" He came slowly after her; but his pursuit was not the old vigorous insistence for which she longed. He wanted Sally--not a baby, not a difficulty. He would shirk anything but the fulfilment of his passion. Instantly, she felt that he never would have married her if the time had come. "No!" It was a harsh cry. "Don't touch me. Go on, push off.... I'm done with you." She walked more rapidly. She was only a little way now from the house, a hatless, disconsolate figure, oppressed and rigid. "Sally." But he was still slow to follow. Sally cracked her fingers. She was finished with him. Her heart and her feet alike were leaden. She was too far gone for tears or sobs. It was not anguish that she felt; but bitterness so great that she could only hate Toby. She had loved him so much! And this was the end of him. She felt her love killed at a blow, and she was without resource.