He discovered an empty compartment and settled her in it and stood by the door. She leaned from the window, with her arms on it, and looked down at him, earnestly, intently, with the light of unsaid things shining in her eyes.
“I hate going,” she said.
“I know. Partings are beastly things.”
But he said nothing to lead her to hope that this parting was not final; no intimation of it being otherwise entered his thoughts.
“To-morrow,” he said, “I shall go alone to watch the sunrise.”
A little wistful smile curved her lips.
“I shall think of you,” she said.
“I shall probably have you in my thoughts,” he replied, and smiled also. “We have spent some pleasant times together.”
She leaned further out and held out a hand to him as the train was about to start. He took it and pressed it warmly.
“Thank you for your kindness to me,” she said simply.