"Good-by, petite Maman."
"Good—" She could not say it.
"Good-by, Angele."
"My little rabbit—I wish you luck. My cabbage—au revoir—;" and her lips brushed across his mouth.
For a second he did not move. Then he went across the room and out through the door.
He was gone.
The woman's eyes went to the window. The silent, darkened street. The people there below her. The somber, black lack of light.
"Maman;" the girl whispered.
"They will watch over him," the woman muttered. "They must watch—out—there. They do come back into the world again to protect. They cannot—cannot leave them in all that horror—alone."
"See, Maman." The girl's quivering face was against the window-pane. "Maman, Jean waves to you!"