She hoped he might be gone.

She would be happier if he never crossed her path.

"And I never, never will," Hugh thought, as with one farewell glance at her dazzling beauty, he staggered noiselessly from the room, and sought a small outer court, whose locality he knew, and where he could be alone to think.
"Oh, Adaline," he murmured, "what made you so cruel to me?
I would not have served you so." There was a roll of wheels before the door, and Hugh knew by the sound that it was the carriage for the cars.

She was going.

They would never meet again, Hugh said, and she would never know that the youth who saved her life was the same for whose coming they would wait and watch in vain at Spring Bank--the Hugh for whom his mother would weep a while; and for whose dark fate even Ad might feel a little sorry.