Now you must go.

Good-by, love! Good-by, for a little while." "For such a little time shall we say good-by?
I hate the word; it makes me think of the day when I left you last." "How can I tell what may happen to you when you are out of my sight ?" asked Dolores.

"And what is 'good-by' but a blessing each prays for the other?
That is all it means.

It does not mean that we part for long, love.

Why, I would say it for an hour! Good-by, dear love, good-by!" She put up her face to kiss him, and it was so full of trust and happiness that the word lost all the bitterness it has gathered through ages of partings, and seemed, what she said it was, a loving blessing.
Yet she said it very tenderly, for it was hard to let him go even for less than an hour.