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One does n't , of course , kick out of one 's groove for nothing . Cally , returning after a time to her own room , did not go at once to bed , much as she would have liked to do that . She sat up , fully dressed , by a dying fire , waiting for what must come . She waited till quarter to eleven , so long did the dinner-guests linger downstairs . But it came at last , just as she had known it would : on gliding heels , not knocking , beaming just at first ... . The interview lasted till hard upon midnight . When it ended , both women were in tears .