For my own part I don't know what he could have said.
Timar went back to the reception-room, not only to get his hat, which he had left there, but for something else.
In the room there was no one but Timéa; Athalie and her fiancé were in the next room.
In Timar's face, flushed with anger, Timéa saw a great change. His generally soft and gentle countenance looked proud, and was roused into emotion which made it beautiful. Many faces are beautified by passion's flame.
He went straight to Timéa, who was working golden roses and silver leaves on the bridal dress.
"Fraülein Timéa," he said to her in deeply moved tones, "I come to take leave of you. Be happy, remain a child for a long time; but if ever an hour comes in which you are unhappy, do not forget that there is some one who would—for you—"
He could not speak, his voice failed, his heart contracted. Timéa completed the interrupted phrase—"Thrice!"
He pressed her hand and stammered brokenly, "Always."
Then he bowed and went, without troubling those in the next room.
No "God be with you!" came from his lips. At this moment he was only conscious of the wish that God would withdraw His hand from this house.