'I cannot break faith with my friend,' said he.
Had he stood alone he would have abandoned his plan.

But Christoph, with the boat and compass and chart, was waiting on the shore; the tide would soon turn; his mother had been warned of his coming; go he must.
Many precious minutes were lost while he tarried, unable to tear himself away.

Phyllis held to her resolve, though it cost her many a bitter pang.

At last they parted, and he went down the hill.

Before his footsteps had quite died away she felt a desire to behold at least his outline once more, and running noiselessly after him regained view of his diminishing figure.