'We had better say good-bye.

On Monday we shall leave Wanley, my mother and I.' 'On Monday ?' The girl became graver.
'But only to go to Agworth ?' she added.
'I shall not remain at Agworth.

I am going to London.' 'To--to study ?' 'Something or other, I don't quite know what.

Good-bye!' 'Won't you come to say good-bye to us--to mother ?' 'Shall you be at home to-morrow afternoon, about four o'clock say ?' 'Oh, yes; the very time.' 'Then I will come to say good-bye.' 'In that case we needn't say it now, need we?
It is only good afternoon.' She began to walk down the lane.
'I thought you were going to run,' cried Hubert.
She looked back, and her silver laugh made chorus with the joyous refrain of a yellow-hammer, piping behind the hedge.

Till the turn of the road she continued walking, then Hubert had a glimpse of white folds waving in the act of flight, and she was beyond his vision..