"It's beginning to snow," he said; "it looks as if we were going to have a heavy fall."
"Yes," she said dully, glancing at the sky.
She put out her hand, and it lay for an instant in his.
"Well, good-night, again."
"Good-night, Dr. Kincaid."
As he turned, she was silhouetted against the gaslight of the hall. Then her figure was with-drawn, and the view of the interior narrowed—until, while he looked back, the brightness vanished altogether and the door was shut.
CHAPTER IX
And so it was all over.
"All over," he said to himself—"over and done with, Philip. Steady on, Philip; take it fighting!"