“No, my dear, but it is for ever.”
Serge went to Bennett in the cab, shook hands with him, and said:
“You’re doing a bigger thing than you know.”
Bennett wrung Serge’s hand, and could find no better expression of his very real emotion than this:
“You’re my brother now, you know.”
Annette came up, kissed Serge, and was promised her finished portrait for a wedding present.
“That’s two!” she said.
“Good-bye, Annette!”
“Good-bye. Good-bye.”
She mounted into the cab again, and its iron wheels went clattering over the cobble-stones.