The launch touched the pier, below them.
"You are the most loyal friend I have made in England—in Europe—in the world," said Séverac Bablon. "Good-bye."
Zoe was very pale.
"Do you mean—for—always?"
"When you have said 'Good-bye' to me I have nothing else to stay for."
Zoe glanced at him once and looked away. Her charming face suddenly flushed rosily, and a breeze from the sea curtained the bright eyes with intractable curls.
"But if I won't say 'Good-bye'?" she whispered.