Kiss me, Charley, before you go,' So he stooped down over her, and pressed his lips to hers.
Charley, leaving the room, found Mrs.Woodward at the other end of the passage, standing at the door of her own dressing-room.
'You are to go to her now,' he said.

'Good-bye,' and without further speech to any of them he hurried out of the house.
None but Mrs.Woodward had seen him; but she saw that the tears were streaming down his cheeks as he passed her, and she expressed no surprise that he had left the Cottage without going through the formality of making his adieux.
And then he walked up to town, as Norman once had done after a parting interview with her whom he had loved.

It might be difficult to say which at the moment suffered the bitterest grief..