Her soul exulted.
'Good-bye! I'm so glad you forgive me.

Gooood-bye!' Hermione sang her farewell, and waved her hand.

Gerald automatically took the oar and pushed off.

But he was looking all the time, with a glimmering, subtly-smiling admiration in his eyes, at Gudrun, who stood on the shoal shaking the wet book in her hand.

She turned away and ignored the receding boat.