"Our last."
"Here and now?"
"Here and now, dear Hugh."
Looking into that calm face, so lovely in its sadness, he saw that she meant it.
Of a sudden he knew he had lost her; he knew life's way stretched lonely before him, evermore.
"Yes," he said, "yes. It is indeed farewell—here and now—forever."
The dull despair in the voice which, but a few moments before, had vibrated with love and hope, wrung her heart.
She still held her hands before her, as if to ward him off.
"Ah, Hugh," she cried, sharply, "be merciful, and go! Spare me, and go quickly."
The Knight heard in her voice a tone it had not hitherto held. But he loved her loyally; therefore he kept his own anguish under strong control.