Grail, after a struggle with himself, repeated the substance of Thyrza's note.
A few more words were interchanged, then Gilbert said: 'I will leave you now, Mr.Egremont.' Walter dreaded this parting.

Could he let Grail go from him and say no word about the library?
Yet what was to be said?
Everything was hopelessly at an end; the hint of favour from him to the other was henceforth insult.

Gilbert was moving towards him, but he could not look up.

Forcing himself to speak: 'If you find her--if you hear anything--will you tell me?
I mean only, will you let me know the fact that you have news ?' 'Yes, I will.' At length their eyes met.

Then Grail held out his hand, and Egremont clasped it firmly.
'This is not the end between us,' he said, huskily.