Perhaps you have still felt there would be a loss of dignity.

Does that weigh with you against good-by?
Tell me, if you can, that you have it in your heart to let me go without seeing you once more, without good-by--for the last time.

Or was it untrue that you wrote me what you did?
Was that dear letter but a little fairy dream of mine?
Ah, will you see me again, this once--this once--let me look at you, let me talk with you, hear your voice?
The last time!" There was no signature.
Miss Betty quickly wrote four lines upon the same sheet: "Yes--yes! I must see you, must talk with you before you go.

Come at dusk.

The garden--near the gap in the hedge.