"But you'll let me know what happens, you'll write to me?"
"Yes, I'll write to you."
"I have a dread, an awful dread of what may happen. I can't be sure that we've done right."
"Neither can I. I had to make a decision. I pray God that it will turn out well. We can do no more."
"I know now that you love him. I'm glad to know that."
"Did you ever doubt it?"
"But for me there's nothing left … nothing." Gabrielle stood for a moment in silence. Then she said, "I'd better pack," and Mrs. Payne clutching at any refuge from the intensity of the moment offered to help her.
"No," said Gabrielle, "if you don't mind, I'd rather be alone. We'd better say good-bye."
"I don't like to leave you," said Mrs. Payne, "but perhaps you're right."
With a sudden impulse Gabrielle came over to her. Mrs. Payne took her in her arms and they kissed.