"No; the memory of my love for her shall never grieve her; let us say no more, Jacques, my friend. I have finished."
"And what do you leave to me?" said Jacques.
"My affection."
"I would prefer that violin."
"No, no, my friend; it will comfort me on my voyage. Now farewell!"
"Shall I see you no more?"
"No more."
"Why?"
"Do I not depart to-day?"
"True, true," said Jacques; "and if you really must go, farewell. Write to me."