Drops of rain began to fall.
"You will not think a question implied in this," he said more composedly, and with an unhappy laugh at himself.

"I believe you will not think me capable of asking you if you care----" "No," she answered; "I--I do not love you." "Ah! Was it a question, after all?
I--you read me better than I do, perhaps--but if I asked, I knew the answer." She made as if to speak again, but words refused her.
After a moment, "Good-by," he said, very steadily.

"I thank you for the charity that has given me this little time with you--it will always be--precious to me--I shall always be your servant." His steadiness did not carry him to the end of his sentence.

"Good-by." She started toward him and stopped, without his seeing her.

She answered nothing; but stretched out her hand to him and then let it fall quickly.
"Good-by," he said again.