“Will you take this?” putting a sealed package into his hand, “and keep it without opening it until”—
“Until when, Clytie?”
“Until you are married.”
Mr. Gray laughs.
“Promise me,” repeats Clytie.
“But I may expire in the mean time, through sheer curiosity.”
“Promise!” says Clytie gravely.
“I promise, then.”
Mr. Gray receives the package. “Good-by,” says Clytie softly.
Clytie’s rosy cheek is very near Mr. Gray. There is nobody by. He is going away. It is the last time. He kisses her just before the door opens again to Mrs. Morpher.