Perhaps they would part to meet no more.

But when he thought that there might be comfort in this direction, he felt that he was a scoundrel for thinking so.
'And this is to say good-bye ?' 'Twas thus she greeted him again that night.

'Good-bye--' 'Good-bye, my love.' 'My love! my love! And now remember this; my address will be, Post-office, Melbourne.

It will be for you to write to me.

You will not hear from me unless you do.