'We will be the friends we--You will not be formal with me ?--not from this day ?' She put out her hand.

He took it gently.

The dead who had drawn them together withheld a pressure.

Holding the hand, he said: 'I shall crave leave of absence for some days.' 'I shall see you on the day,' said she.

'If it is your desire: I will send word.' 'We both mourn at heart.