"There!" she cried gaily, "that's better than 'sensible.'"
He smiled.
"In a million," he repeated as though to himself. "I can never, never forget you——"
"Oh, Jack!" Again the old note of playful raillery crept into her voice. "Now you've gone back. Of course you can't forget me; at least you mustn't, really you mustn't; it wouldn't be fair."
He took up his hat from the little table.
"Are you going?" she asked.
"I'd better," he said, simply.
"And shan't I see you again?..."
Before he could reply she cried: "But I can see you graduate! I can see you get the Athens scholarship; and I shall too. And oh, Jack, when I read some day about you I shall be so glad—so glad I'll cry!" As she spoke he saw the thin mist that he remembered seeing once before, gather over her eyes again. He touched her lightly on the cheeks with the tips of his fingers, and, stooping kissed her forehead.