"Good-by," and in another instant the carriage rolled away.
Zoe felt stunned, bewildered, as she knelt there leaning her head against the window frame and watched it till it was out of sight.
"Gone!" she said aloud; "gone without one word of good-by to me, without telling me he was going, without saying he was sorry for his cruel words last night, and with Miss Deane.

Oh, I know now that he hates me and will never, never love me again!" Bitter, scalding tears streamed from her eyes.

She rose presently and began mechanically picking up and putting away his clothes, then made her usual neat toilet, stopping every now and then to wipe away her tears, for she was crying all the time.
The breakfast bell rang at the accustomed hour, but she could not bear the thought of going down and showing her tear-swollen eyes at the table.
Besides, she did not feel hungry; she thought she would never want to eat again.
After a little, opening the door in answer to a rap, she found Agnes standing there with a delightful breakfast on a silver waiter--hot coffee, delicate rolls and muffins, tender beefsteak, and omelet.
"Good-mornin', Miss Zoe," said the girl, walking in and setting her burden down on a stand.

"Miss Elsie she tole me for to fotch up dis yere.

She tink, Miss Elsie do, dat p'raps you'd rather eat yo' breakfus up yere dis mornin'." "Yes, so I would, Agnes, though I'm not very hungry.