Turning deadly pale under the struggle to control herself, she made the effort--and bore the pain of it without letting a cry or a tear escape her.

"Our ways in life lie far apart," she said gently.

"There is the hope of meeting again, dear--if there is nothing more." The clasp of Cecilia's arm tightened round her.

She tried to release herself; but her resolution had reached its limits.

Her hands dropped, trembling.