You look absolutely done." Sara nodded, smiling more naturally.
"I will," she said.

"Good-night, then." She held out her hand a little nervously.
He took it, holding it closely in his, and looking down at her with the strange expression of a man who strives to impress upon his mind the picture of a face he may not see again, so that in a lonely future he shall find comfort in remembering.
"Good-bye!" he said, at last, very gravely.

Then a queer little smile, half-bitter, half-tender, curving his lips, he added: "I shall always have this one day for which to thank whatever gods there be.".