I have a Reversion coming some day; I don't dabble in post obits." He waited for farther questions.

They were at an end.
"You have your work to do, Mr.Weyburn." Saying that, she bowed an implied apology for having kept him from it, and rose.

She bowed again as she passed through the doorway, in acknowledgment of his politeness.
Here; then, was the end of the story of Browny and Matey.

Such was his thought under the truncheon-stroke of their colloquy.

Lines of Browny's letters were fiery waving ribands about him, while the coldly gracious bow of the Lady wrote Finis.
The gulf between the two writings remained unsounded.