"You might write to me," he said. "We ought not to drift away from each other, Henry!..."
"We won't do that. We'll see each other in Dublin."
"Yes, of course. You must meet Galway when you come back. He's a schoolmaster and a barrister and a poet and heaven knows what not. He's a splendid fellow. Perhaps he'll persuade you to take more interest in Irish things!"
"Perhaps!"
The guard blew his whistle, and the train began to move out of the station.
"Don't get too English, Henry!" Marsh shouted, waving his hand in farewell.
Henry smiled at him, but did not answer.
"Good-bye!" Marsh called to him.
"Good-bye!" Henry answered.
The train swung round a bend and disappeared on its way south, and Henry, strangely desolate, turned and walked away from the station.