If you should chance to come abroad this summer, do not fail to look me up." "Good luck to you," said Ethel, shaking my hand.

"You must bring home a Princess or a Duchess." Then she moved off a way, thoughtfully.
"You must write to me occasionally, Jack," said Phyllis, "if only once a month.

I shall always be interested in your career." The smile faltered as she put out her gloved hand.
"You will make some man happy, Phyllis," I said.
"Good-bye." "Good-bye." And then--and then they sped away, and I followed them with dimming gaze till I could see them no more.

I trudged home.

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