Ken loosened his hold and stepped to the walk.
"Good-bye," he said casually.

Rilla heard herself saying it just as casually.

She stood and watched him down the walk, out of the gate, and down the road.

When the fir wood hid him from her sight she suddenly said "Oh," in a choked way and ran down to the gate, sweet blossomy things catching at her skirts as she ran.

Leaning over the gate she saw Kenneth walking briskly down the road, over the bars of tree shadows and moonlight, his tall, erect figure grey in the white radiance.