They began to wander back towards the road, and sometimes a shaft of moonlight struck across their faces. Their exultation weakened, the wings of their flight together were fluttering back towards the ground.
“Eve, to-morrow——”
She turned her face to his and spoke with a whispering vehemence.
“There can be no to-morrow.”
“But, dear heart!”
“I could not bear it. Have pity on me, Jim. And remember——”
They saw the white road glimmering beyond the black fir trunks. Eve paused. They stood for some moments in silence.
“Say good-bye to me here.”
“I will say good night.”
“Oh, my dearest—my dear!”