“Good-bye, dear,” she said. “I have been very happy to-day.”
His face came very close to hers. “Good-bye,” he said, pressing her hand and looking into her eyes.
She glanced round, she drew nearer to him. “Dearest one,” she whispered very softly, and then, “Good-bye.”
Suddenly he became unaccountably petulant, he dropped her hand. “It’s always like this. We are happy. I am happy. And then—then you are taken away....”
There was a silence of mute interrogations.
“Dear,” she whispered, “we must wait.”
A moment’s pause. “Wait!” he said, and broke off. He hesitated. “Good-bye,” he said as though he was snapping a thread that held them together.