"No—no," he said. "It's all right. You've done nothing wrong. Run home, child! Don't cry! Don't cry!"
His hand touched her hair under the soft cap, touched and lingered. But he did not hold her to him.
"Run home!" he said again.
"And—and—you won't—won't—tell—Scott?" she whispered through her tears.
"But I don't think even I am such a bounder as that!" he said gently. "Do you?"
She lifted her face impulsively. She kissed him with quivering lips.
"No—no. I didn't mean it. Good-bye Oh, good-bye!"
He kissed her in return. "Good-bye!" he said.
And so they parted.