Would she remember him, or would she forget him?
That was the question burning in his heart; and that question he must have settled, and this was the time.
But though these thoughts and emotions were rushing through his brain and blood, he felt strangely quiet and self-controlled as he walked over to her where she stood beside the piano, and looking into her eyes with an intensity of gaze she could not meet, said, in a low, quick voice: "You are going away ?" "Yes," she replied, so startled that the easy smile with which she had greeted him faded out of her face.

"In two weeks I shall be gone." "Gone!" echoed Ranald.

"Yes, you will be gone.

Will you forget me ?" His tone was almost stern.
"Why, no," she said, in a surprised voice.

"Of course not.