"Come and see me some day. I've forgiven you, you know."
"So I will."
"Mr. Loring, are you going to say good-bye to Maggie?"
"I don't know. I suppose so." Then he added, detecting Adela's unexpressed hope, "Oh, it's not a bit of use, you know."
Adela passed on, and, later, Loring, having finished his work and being about to go, sought out Mrs. Dennison.
"You're determined to go, are you?" she asked, with the air of one who surrenders before an inexplicable whim.
"Yes," said Tom. "You know I must go."
"Why?"
"I'm not a saint—nor a rogue; if I were either, I might stay."
"Or even if you were a sensible man," suggested Maggie Dennison.