She must meet him once more, and word was sent that she would receive his good-by after dinner.
Having safely passed this one interview, she hoped that she might be able to control the future, and either cease to be, or bring about changes upon which she had resolved.
Only a soft, dim light shone in her room when he came to say farewell.
"Why, Madge," he exclaimed, "you are better! You actually have color.
Perhaps it is fever, though," he added, dubiously.

"At any rate, it's very becoming." "I think it must be the reflection from your roses there, you extravagant fellow," she replied, laughing.
"That's famous, Madge.

If you will laugh again like that I'll send you a present from Paris.

Dear Madge, do get well.

Don't let us have anything dismal in our parting.