“Not even for a day. It just can’t be. I’m fond of you, and you’ve been a brick to pull me out of this, but don’t you see that it can’t be? Don’t you really see how it is?” She looked at him, then at the table for a moment, and then out over the buildings of the great city. “Oh, Ed,” she reflected sadly, “I’ve been such a fool. I don’t mean about the confession--I’m glad I did that--but just in regard to everything I’ve done. But you’re right, Ed. I’ve felt all along that it would have to end this way, even the morning I agreed to make the confession. But I’ve been making myself hope against hope, just because from the very first day I saw you out there I thought I wouldn’t be able to hold out against you, and now you see I haven’t. Well, all right, Ed. Let’s say good-bye. Love’s a sad old thing, isn’t it?” and she began to put on her things. He helped her, wondering over the strange whirl of circumstances which had brought them together and was now spinning them apart. “I wish I could do something more for you, Imogene, I really do,” he said. “I wish I could say something that would make it a little easier for you--for us both--but what would be the use? It wouldn’t really, now would it?” “No,” she replied brokenly. He took her to the elevator and down to the sidewalk, and there they stopped for a moment. “Well, Imogene,” he began, and paused. “It’s not just the way I’d like it to be, but--well----” he extended his hand “----here’s luck and good-by, then.” He turned to go. She looked up at him pleadingly. “Ed,” she said, “Ed--wait! Aren’t you--don’t you want to----?” she put up her lips, her eyes seemingly misty with emotion. He came back and putting his arm about her, drew her upturned lips to his. As he did so she clung to him, seeming to vent a world of feeling in this their first and last kiss, and then turned and left him, never stopping to look back, and being quickly lost in the immense mass which was swirling by. As he turned to go though he observed two separate moving-picture men with cameras taking the scene from different angles. He could scarcely believe his senses. As he gazed they stopped their work, clapped their tripods together and made for a waiting car. Before he could really collect his thoughts they were gone--and then---- “As I live!” he exclaimed. “She did do this to me after all, or did she? And after all my feeling for her!--and all her protestations! The little crook! And now they have that picture of me kissing her! Stung, by George! and by the same girl, or by them, and after all the other things I’ve avoided! That’s intended to make that confession worthless! She did that because she’s changed her mind about me! Or, she never did care for me.” Grim, reducing thought! “Did she--could she--know--do a thing like that?” he wondered. “Is it she and Tilney, or just Tilney alone, who has been following me all this time?” He turned solemnly and helplessly away.