He lingered, divided in himself, moved and sad. She put her hand to her bosom and drew from her fichu a white ribbon on which hung a little shell. She showed it to him and smiled.
"Must I—shall I go?" he said, asking himself.
Her hat had slipped from her golden head, and as she looked up at him the fine curls were displayed on her brow and shoulders.
She opened the gate. The Earl stepped slowly out on to the road. She took the roses from her basket and gave them to him.
"Farewell!" she repeated.
He bent and kissed the fingers among the rose-leaves.
"Farewell!" he said, on a half-sigh, yet smiling.
She moved away from the gate, back among the boughs of fragrant box. For the first time suddenly she used his name.
"Rose! Rose!"