"I'm going to," he repeated. "I've waited as long as I can for you to stand by me. I could have even remained among these harmless simians if you had cared for me. You're all the friend I need. But you've become one of them. It isn't in you to take an intelligent interest in me, or in what I care for. I've stood this sort of existence long enough. Now I'm all through with it." She stared. Anger, astonishment, exasperation moved her in turn. Bitterness unlocked her lips. "Are you expecting to take Mrs. Dysart with you to your intellectual solitude?" "I would if I--if we cared for each other," he said, calmly seating himself. She said, revolted: "Can't you even admit that you are in love with her? Must I confess that I could not avoid seeing you with her in her own room--half an hour since? Will _that_ wring the truth out of you?" "Oh, is that what you mean?" he said wearily. "I believe the door was open.... Well, Geraldine, whatever you saw won't harm anybody. So come to your own conclusions.... But I wish you were out of all this--with your fine insight and your clear intelligence, and your sweetness--oh, the chances for happiness you and I might have had!" "A slim chance with you!" she said. "Every chance; perhaps the only chance we'll ever have. And we've missed it." "We've missed nothing"--a sudden and curious tremor set her heart and pulses beating heavily--"I tell you, Duane, it doesn't matter whom people of our sort marry because we'll always sicken of our bargain. What chance for happiness would I run with such a man as you? Or you with a girl like me?" She lay back among the cushions, with a tired little laugh. "We are like the others of our rotten sort, only less aged, less experienced. But we have, each of us, our own heritage, our own secret depravity." She hesitated, reddening, caught his eye, stammered her sentence to a finish and flinched, crimsoning to the roots of her hair. He stood up, paced the room for a few moments, came and stood beside her. "Once," he said very low, "you admitted that you dare go anywhere with me. Do you remember?" "Yes." "Those are your rooms, I believe," pointing to a closed door far down the south corridor. "Yes." "Take me there now." "I--cannot do that----" "Yes, you can. You must." "Now?--Duane." "Yes, now--_now_! I tell you our time is now if it ever is to be at all. Don't waste words." "What do you want to say to me that cannot be said here?" she asked in consternation. He made no answer, but she found herself on her feet and moving slowly along beside him, his hand just touching her arm as guide. "What is it, Duane?" she asked fearfully, as she laid her hand on the knob and turned to look at his altered face. He made no answer. She hesitated, shivered, opened the door, hesitated again, slowly crossed the threshold, turned and admitted him.