Good-by, Miss Hamilton.' "He held out his hand.

I said 'good-by' as clearly and coldly as himself.

Our hands met but an instant: there was no pressure--no warmth, and then he opened the door for me to pass.

As he did so our eyes met; his glance was calm and cold, but his lips were firmly compressed.

Had he looked sad, mournful, or tender, I should have passed out and triumphed; but my overtasked strength gave way; a cold shudder crept through my frame, and consciousness forsook me.