Maulevrier promised to come back to Fellside for the August sports, and Hammond was to come with him.

Three months--or a little more--and they were to meet again.
Yet in spite of these arguments for courage, Mary's face blanched and her eyes grew unutterably sad as she looked up at her lover.
'You will take care of yourself, Jack, for my sake, won't you, dear ?' she murmured.

'If you should be ill while you are in London! If you should die--' 'Life is very uncertain, love, but I don't feel like sickness or death just at present,' answered Hammond cheerily.

'Indeed, I feel that the present is full of sweetness, and the future full of hope.

Don't suppose, dear, that I am not grieved at this good-bye; but before we are a year older I hope the time will have come when there will be no more farewells for you and me.