'Sylvie! I shall be a long time away; perhaps I may niver come back at all'; here he bitterly thought of an unregarded death.
'Say good-by.' No answer.

He waited patiently.

Can she be wearied out, and gone to sleep, he wondered.

Yet once again--'Good-by, Sylvie, and God bless yo'! I'm sorry I vexed yo'.' No reply.
With a heavy, heavy heart he creaked down the stairs, felt for his cap, and left the house.
'She's warned, any way,' thought he.

Just at that moment the little casement window of Sylvia's room was opened, and she said-- 'Good-by, Philip!' The window was shut again as soon as the words were spoken.