They found a table in the well-appointed railroad restaurant and ordered.  Over her honey-dew melon Io asked musingly: 

“What do you suppose she thinks of us?”

“Miss Camilla?  What should she think?”

“What, indeed?  What do we think, ourselves?”

“Has it any importance?” he asked gloomily.

“And that’s rather rude,” she chided.  “Anything that I think should, by courtesy, be regarded as important....  Ban, how often have we seen each other?”

“Since I came to New York, you mean?”

“Yes.”

“Nine times.”

“So many?  And how much have we talked together?  All told; in time, I mean.”

“Possibly a solid hour.  Not more.”

“It hasn’t made any difference, has it?  There’s been no interruption.  We’ve never let the thread drop.  We’ve never lost touch.  Not really.”

“No.  We’ve never lost touch.”

“You needn’t repeat it as if it were a matter for mourning and repentance.  I think it rather wonderful....  Take our return from the train, all the way down without a word.  Were you sulking, Ban?”

“No.  You know I wasn’t.”

“Of course I know it.  It was simply that we didn’t need to talk.  There’s no one else in the world like that....  How long is it?  Three years—­four—­more than four years.

’We twain once well in sunder
What will the mad gods do
For hate with me, I wond—­’”

“My God, Io!  Don’t!”

“Oh, Ban; I’m sorry!  Have I hurt you?  I was dreaming back into the old world.”

“And I’ve been trying all these years not to.”

“Is the reality really better?  No; don’t answer that!  I don’t want you to.  Answer me something else.  About Betty Raleigh.”

“What about her?”

“If I were a man I should find her an irresistible sort of person.  Entirely aside from her art.  Are you going to marry her, Ban?”

“No.”

“Tell me why not.”

“For one reason because she doesn’t want to marry me.”

“Have you asked her?  It’s none of my business.  But I don’t believe you have.  Tell me this; would you have asked her, if it hadn’t been for—­if Number Three had never been wrecked in the cut?  You see the old railroad terms you taught me still cling.  Would you?”

“How do I know?  If the world hadn’t changed under my feet, and the sky over my head—­”

“Is it so changed?  Do the big things, the real things, ever change?...  Don’t answer that, either.  Ban, if I’ll go out of your life now, and stay out, honestly, will you marry Betty Raleigh and—­and live happy ever after?”

“Would you want me to?”

“Yes.  Truly.  And I’d hate you both forever.”

“Betty Raleigh is going to marry some one else.”

“No!  I thought—­people said—­Are you sorry, Ban?”

“Not for myself.  I think he’s the wrong man for her.”