"Another token of love--as I am informed--is to tremble.

Am I trembling ?" "No." "Am I too confused to look at you ?" "No." "Do I walk away with dignity--and then stop, and steal a timid glance at my lover, over my shoulder ?" "I wish you did!" "A plain answer, Mr.Morris! Yes or No." "No--of course." "In one last word, do I give you any sort of encouragement to try again ?" "In one last word, I have made a fool of myself--and you have taken the kindest possible way of telling me so." This time, she made no attempt to reply in his own tone.

The good-humored gayety of her manner disappeared.

She was in earnest--truly, sadly in earnest--when she said her next words.
"Is it not best, in your own interests, that we should bid each other good-by ?" she asked.

"In the time to come--when you only remember how kind you once were to me--we may look forward to meeting again.