She held out her hand.

"And--thank you." Her eyes, suddenly misty, supplemented the baldness of the words.
He took the outstretched hand in a close, friendly grip.
"Good.

That's the car, I think," as the even purring of a motor sounded from outside.

"I must be off.

But it's only _au revoir_, remember." She walked with him to the door, and stood watching until the car was lost in sight round a bend of the drive.