It was still full light when they rose from the table, and it was scarcely twilight when Jeff heard Cynthia letting herself out at the back door.  He fancied her going down to her father’s house, and he went out to the corner of the hotel to meet her.  She faltered a moment at sight of him, and then kept on with averted face.

He joined her, and walked beside her.  “Well, Cynthy, what are you going to say to me?  I’m off for Cambridge again to-morrow morning, and I suppose we’ve got to understand each other.  I came up here to put myself in your hands, to keep or to throw away, just as you please.  Well?  Have you thought about it?”

“Every minute,” said the girl, quietly.

“Well?”

“If you had cared for me, it couldn’t have happened.”

“Oh yes, it could.  Now that’s just where you’re mistaken.  That’s where a woman never can understand a man.  I might carry on with half a dozen girls, and yet never forget you, or think less of you, although I could see all the time how pretty and bright every one of ’em was.  That’s the way a man’s mind is built.  It’s curious, but it’s true.”

“I don’t believe I care for any share in your mind, then,” said the girl.

“Oh, come, now!  You don’t mean that.  You know I was just joking; you know I don’t justify what I’ve done, and I don’t excuse it.  But I think I’ve acted pretty square with you about it—­about telling you, I mean.  I don’t want to lay any claim, but you remember when you made me promise that if there was anything shady I wanted to hide from you—­Well, I acted on that.  You do remember?”

“Yes,” said Cynthia, and she pulled the cloud over the side of her face next to him, and walked a little faster.

He hastened his steps to keep up with her.  “Cynthy, if you put your arms round me, as you did then—­”

“I can’t Jeff!”

“You don’t want to.”

“Yes, I do!  But you don’t want me to, as you did then.  Do you?” She stopped abruptly and faced him full.  “Tell me, honestly!”

Jeff dropped his bold eyes, and the smile left his handsome mouth.

“You don’t,” said the girl, “for you know that if you did, I would do it.”  She began to walk on again.  “It wouldn’t be hard for me to forgive you anything you’ve done against me—­or against yourself; I should care for you the same—­if you were the same person; but you’re not the same, and you know it.  I told you then—­that time that I didn’t want to make you do what you knew was right, and I never shall try to do it again.  I’m sorry I did it then.  I was wrong.  And I should be afraid of you if I did now.  Some time you would make me suffer for it, just as you’ve made me suffer for making you do then what was right.”

It struck Jeff as a very curious fact that Cynthia must always have known him better than he knew himself in some ways, for he now perceived the truth and accuracy of her words.  He gave her mind credit for the penetration due her heart; he did not understand that it is through their love women divine the souls of men.  What other witnesses of his character had slowly and carefully reasoned out from their experience of him she had known from the beginning, because he was dear to her.