"And," she pursued, a little timorously, "how am I to get through my examination if you won't help me? You've helped me so much, Mr. Arbuthnot, you really have."
"Good-bye," I said, holding out my hand.
"It's cruel of you, very cruel," she went on, without noticing it; "and—and you don't seem to mind in the least."
"What's done is done. Good-bye," I said again.
"And I suppose you'll go somewhere—quite away from this?" she continued, "quite far away?"
"Probably," I said.
"But don't you mind—at all?" she asked.
"It's not particularly pleasant," I admitted.
"We've been good friends, haven't we?" she said, with a little quiver of her lips.
"The best of friends," I agreed.