IN WHICH JENNY KISSES MR.

MOGGRIDGE Isabel was leaving very early next morning for London, so good-byes must be brief.

Jenny and Theophil saw her off at the station, but before leaving Zion Place there had been a moment in which for the second time in their lives she and Theophil had been alone.
They had stood together in the little study and taken each other's hands, without a word, and they had looked into each other's faces as those look whom a look must last a long time.
They didn't even say good-bye, for, if they were never to meet again, the look was not good-bye.

And meet again it was not unlikely they would, for it had been already arranged that Isabel was to lead off the autumn entertainments; but the look did not mean that, either.

As life had been planned for them, all subsequent meetings must be merely trivialities.