Dropping her-hand, he went out without speaking another word.
Jack, taking her hand in parting, found it cold and nerveless.
"May I see you again before we go ?" he asked.
Her eyes lighted a little and her hand tightened in his.

"Yes--I want to speak with you," she said, and ended in a whisper, "about him." Jack overtook Harold but remained silent.

When they reached their room, Harold dropped into a chair like one exhausted by a fierce race.
"This ends it, Jack, I'll never set foot in the States again; from this time on I keep to the mountains.".