"You thought I'd be jealous?"
"Yes; I should have been."
"And now you've come up to London," said Mrs. Priestly, straining back the tears in her throat. "What are you going to do? Are you going back to Cailsham?"
"No—I'm not going back."
"Then will you come with us? The rooms I've taken are not very comfortable—but—"
"No, I won't come with you—thank you for asking me. I have rooms in London myself. I shall go to them. Good-bye."
"But, Miss Bishop, you can't leave us like this. I must thank you properly for all your kindness. You can't leave us like this!"
"It's the best way," said Sally; "I'd sooner this way. Good-bye."
They shook hands silently. Mrs. Priestly got into the cab. Sally wondered would she tell Maurie that he would not see her again. Then, as the lumbering old vehicle drove off, a little fair head shot suddenly out of the window and a large white handkerchief flapped like a beating flag against his happy little face.