She held out her hand to him.
“Thank you for your star,” she said. “And––and I wish you the best of luck.”
He took her hand, but he was confused by the note of finality in her voice.
“I don’t see any need of being so solemn about saying good-night,” he returned.
He continued to hold her hand firmly.
“But it’s good-bye and––God-speed, too,” she reminded him.
“How do you make that out?”
“You’re going on a long journey, and I––I’m going on a little journey.”
“You? Where are you going?”