"In half an hour, you'll be under a doctor's care, and your father will be on his way toward you." She nodded, and for a second tightened the grasp of her hand.
"I--I'm not even going to know who you are ?" she asked, a strange tone in her voice.
"No," he answered.

"And now, good luck, and good-bye!" "Good-bye," she echoed, her voice almost inaudible.

"I--I won't forget you." He made no answer, but only smiled in a peculiar way.
Then, as the car rolled slowly forward, their hands separated.
Gabriel, bareheaded and with level gaze, stood there in the middle of the great highway, looking after her.

A minute, under the darkening arches of the forest road, he saw her, still.

Then the car swung round a bend, and vanished.
Had she waved her hand at him?
He could not tell.