I won't give you up, I won't forget, I won't say good-bye.

When this misery's gone from you, you will be your old self again, an' we'll be happy together.' 'Do not think that, Harry; you must put me out of your heart.' 'Never--never while I live!' He looked into her strong pale face for a moment, and lifting her yielding hand to his lips kissed it.
'Good-night,' he said gently.

'I'll come again.' 'Good-bye, Harry,' she whispered.
He hastened away, carrying his trouble into the sleeping bush.

She stood for a few moments after he had gone, erect, with her hands pressed over her eyes, then walked towards the house with firm steps; but at the verandah uncontrollable sobs were breaking in her throat; she turned and fled into the plantation, and lying amongst the long grass wept unreservedly.
Harry's mind was in a tumult; he tried in vain to compose his faculties, to discover some reason for Miss Chris's action apart from the dreadful possibility that she had really never cared for him.

Now that he had it from her own lips that she could be nothing to him, he refused to accept the situation.