Good-bye." "Good-bye, dear," she answered, "think of me always when you wake and before you go to sleep, as I will think of you." Then she turned and went, never looking behind her.
Godfrey watched her tall form vanish through the churchyard gate and over the slope of a little hill that lay between it and Hawk's Hall, and that was the last sight he had of her for many a year.

When she was quite lost to view, he spoke to the two men who still stood irresolute before him.
"Isobel I shall meet again," he said, "but not either of you, for I have done with you both.

It is not for me to judge you.

Judge yourself and be judged." Then he turned, too, and went.
"It's all right," said Sir John to Mr.Knight, "that is, he won't marry her, at any rate at present, so I suppose that we should both be pleased, if anyone can be pleased with cut lips and two black eyes.

And yet somehow we seem to have made a mess of it," and he glanced at the shattered marble statue of the Victorian angel of which both the wings were broken off.
"We have done our duty," replied Mr.Knight, pursing up his thin lips, "and at least Godfrey is freed from your daughter." "I'm not so sure of that, my reverend friend.