If she was not careful she would lose him.
"Good-bye." "You understand it is for always ?" "I do." He became suddenly livid.

He loved her more than ever.

Would she really let him go?
"I am not the kind of man to be whistled back," he said, fiercely.

It was an appeal and a defiance, for he was just the kind of man, and they both knew it.
"Of course not." "That is your last word ?" "My last word." He dropped her hand and half turned to go.
She made no sign.
Then he strode violently out of the wood without looking behind him.

At the little gate he stopped a moment, listening intently.