Miss Langham looked at him for a moment in silence.Her beauty was so great that she could take her time to speak.She was not afraid of losing any one's attention.
``And have you come out of the West, knowing me so well, just to tell me that I am wasting myself?'' she said.``Is that all?''
``That is all,'' answered Clay.``You know the things I would like to tell you,'' he added, looking at her closely.
``I think I like to be told the other things best,'' she said, ``they are the easier to believe.''
``You have to believe whatever I tell you,'' said Clay, smiling.
The girl pressed her hands together in her lap, and looked at him curiously.The people about them were moving and making their farewells, and they brought her back to the present with a start.
``I'm sorry you're going away,'' she said.``It has been so odd.
You come suddenly up out of the wilderness, and set me to thinking and try to trouble me with questions about myself, and then steal away again without stopping to help me to settle them.
Is it fair?'' She rose and put out her hand, and he took it and held it for a moment, while they stood looking at one another.