"You will be yourself again—your old self—not weak like this, but giving others strength."
"Yes," he said again, humoring her.
"Surely you can do it—you who had such strength. And don't think hardly of me."
"I think of you as I used to think of God," he said; and bent and kissed her hand.
"Oh, hush!" she cried. "Pray don't!"
He kissed her hand once again, and then straightened himself, and said:
"Now I am going. You must forget—or remember Millstead, not Territon. And I—"
"Yes, and you?"
"I will go, too, where I may find forgetfulness. Good-by."
"Good-by," said Claudia, and gave him her hand again, her heart full of pity and almost of love. He turned on his heel, and she stood and watched him go. For a moment a sudden thought flashed through her head.