"I'm going to-morrow, and I'm going for good.

I come to say good-by." Marcus stayed for upwards of an hour that evening.

He talked on easily and agreeably, addressing himself as much to McTeague as to Trina.

At last he rose.
"Well, good-by, Doc." "Good-by, Marcus," returned McTeague.

The two shook hands.
"Guess we won't ever see each other again," continued Marcus.