You--you shouldn't stay here any longer with me." He spoke with sudden resolution.
"And I shall not see you again ?" she asked, in a low, stifled voice.
"It's good-by--" he muttered.
"Not yet--oh, not yet, Bruce--" she implored.

"I can not--" "Yes--now, dear.

I don't dare stay--I may forget--" but he turned again to her in entreaty.

"Give me something to remember in all the years that are coming when I shall be alone--let me kiss you on the lips--let me--just this once--it's good-by we're saying--it's good-by, Betty!" She went to him, and, as he bent above her, slipped her arms about his neck.
"Kiss me--" she breathed.
He kissed her hair, her soft cheek, then their lips met.
He helped her as she stumbled blindly along the path to the house, and half lifted her up the steps to the door.

They paused there for a moment.