Look sharp, Reginald; only fifteen minutes left." Reginald snatched up his overcoat.
"Good-bye," he said, hurriedly shaking hands with the Captain, then with Grace.

Kate, standing by the window, never turned round.

He went up to her, very, very pale, as they all remembered afterward, holding out his hand.
"Good-bye, Kate." The hand she gave him was icy cold, her face perfectly colourless.

The cold fingers lingered around his for a moment; the deep, clear, violet eyes were fixed wistfully on his face.

That was her only good-bye--she did not speak.