He was forcing his eyes to meet hers.
He said slowly: "I am going on a long journey.

Perhaps I will come back.

If I am able to, I shall." He dropped his hand from hers and she remained silent, guessing at many things, and deeply moved, for every woman knows when a man speaks from his soul.
"You will not forget me ?" "I shall never forget you," she answered quietly.

"Good-bye, Mr.Lee!" Her hand touched his again, she wheeled, and rode away.

He remained standing with the hand she had grasped still raised.