She extended her hand and he pressed it tenderly. Her voice was the merest sobbing whisper when she spoke: "Yes, Jim, I suppose it's the only way."
CHAPTER VIII
THE WHITE MESSENGER
In spite of Bivens's protest Stuart returned to New York on the first train the morning after the coaching party reached the house.
"Stay a week longer," the little man urged, "and I'll go with you; we'll go together, all of us, in my car. I'm getting worse here every day. I've got to get back to my doctors in New York."
"I'm sorry, Cal," he answered quickly, "but I must leave at once."
Nan allowed him to go without an effort to change his decision. A strange calm had come over her. She drove to the station with him in silence. He began to wonder what it meant.
As he stepped from the machine she extended her hand, with a tender smile, and said in low tones:
"Until we meet again."