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[Again nervously.] Really?

[Pressing her hand.] Goodbye then—for the present.

[Disengaging her hand.] Good morning.

I will see you to the gate.

Dick!

[Stopping.] Well?

You have not spoken to me.

I have nothing to say. Have you?

Do you not wish to know—about what happened last night?

That I will never know.