Thank you for having come to persuade me to give this up.

And I wish I could do what you would like.

But it is quite, quite impossible." She bent over him and touched his forehead lightly with her lips.

"Good-by," she said again, and was gone.
An hour later he was on his way back to town.

As the mail train whizzed by another, side-tracked to await its passing, Mr.Cardiff might have seen Kendal, if there had been time to look, puffing luxuriously in a smoking compartment, and unfolding a copy of the _Illustrated Age_..