He tried several times to make his peace with her; but she held aloof, giving him once or twice an odd look out of her long almond-shaped eyes.
'Good-bye, and good luck!' said Farrell to Nelly, through the car window; and as she held out her hand, he stooped and kissed it with a gulp in his throat.

Her deathly pallor and a grey veil thrown back and tied under her small chin gave her a ghostly loveliness which stamped itself on his recollection.
'I am going up to town myself to-morrow.

I shall come and see if I can do anything for you.' 'Thank you,' said Nelly mechanically.

'Oh yes, I shall have thought of many things by then.

Good-bye.' Marsworth and Farrell were left to watch the disappearance of the car along the moonlit road.
'Poor little soul!' said Farrell--'poor little soul!' He walked on along the road, his eyes on the ground.