Trot along quickly with your little feet, and get home safely.

Good-bye." He took her hand, and looked at her half-sadly, half with a constrained smile.

Hetty's eyes seemed to beseech him not to go away yet; but he patted her cheek and said "Good-bye" again.

She was obliged to turn away from him and go on.
As for Arthur, he rushed back through the wood, as if he wanted to put a wide space between himself and Hetty.

He would not go to the Hermitage again; he remembered how he had debated with himself there before dinner, and it had all come to nothing--worse than nothing.