"I will."
"You would better go now."
He moved a step nearer.
"Good-by, dear."
Katharine lifted a tear-stained face.
"You'll not stop caring?" There was a sob in her voice.
"It's only a question of waiting, sweetheart," he said gently; "and we love each other well enough to wait."
He looked beseechingly at the Youngest Teacher, who, being a very human pedagogue, turned her back upon the tragic young things; but a moment later she held out a friendly hand to the departing lover.
"Good-by. I'll trust you."
"Good-by. You may. I do love her. Be good to her," he added brokenly as he disappeared through the door.