“Truth doesn’t overlook,” she answered, with a hopeless scorn which puzzled him.  “No, no,” she went on rapidly, yet more gently, “Truth knows of the world outside, and is wakeful.  If we move a step our shadows will lengthen.  They will touch all bright things—­they will fall across the children.  Willy, we cannot move!”

“I see . . .”

“Ah?” She craned forward and almost touched his arm again.

“Annie, it comes to me now—­I see for the first time how happy we might have been.  How came we two to kill love?”

The woman gave a cry, almost of joy.  Her fingers touched his sleeve now.  “We have not killed love.  We—­I—­had stunned him:  but (O, I see!) he has picked up his weapons again and is fighting.  He is bewildered here, in this great light, and he fights at random . . . fights to make you strong and me weak, you weak and me strong.  We can never be one again, never.  One of us must fall, must be beaten . . .he does not see this, but O, Willy, he fights . . . he fights!”

“He shall fight for you.  Annie, come home!”

“No, no—­for you—­and the children!”

“Come!”

“Think of the people!” She held him off, shaking her head, but her eyes were wistful, intent upon his.  “You have lived it down. . . .  It would all begin again.  Look at me . . . think of the talk . . .”

“Let them say what they choose. . .  I wonder what they would say . . .”

The Policeman stepped forward and across the road-way.  He had heard nothing, and completely misunderstood all he had seen.

“Come, you must move on there, you two!” he commanded harshly.

Suddenly, as he said it, the light above was extinguished.

“Hullo!” He paused, half-way across.  “Twelve o’clock already!  Then what’s taken my watch?”

A pair of feet tip-toed away in the darkness for a few yards, then broke into a nervous run.

As a matter of fact it still wanted five minutes of midnight.  And while the Policeman fumbled for his watch and slipped back the slide of his lantern, the white flame leaped back into the blind eye above and blazed down as fiercely as ever.

“Something wrong with the connection, I suppose,” said the Policeman, glancing up and then down at the solitary figure left standing under the lamp.

“Why, hullo! . . .” said he again.

But which was it?—­the man or the woman?