In a moment he was gone.

Had Jane wanted to stop him she could not have done so.
But she did not want to stop him.

She felt absolutely satisfied that she had done the right thing, and done it at greater cost to herself than to him.

He would eventually--ah, perhaps before so very long--find another to be to him all, and more than all, he had believed she could be.

But she?
The dull ache at her bosom reminded her of her own words the night before, whispered in the secret of her chamber to him who, alas, was not there to hear: "Whatever the future brings for you and me, no other face will ever be hidden here." And, in this first hour of the coming lonely years, she knew them to be true.
In the hall she met Pauline Lister.
"Is that you, Miss Champion ?" said Pauline.