Good-by." She felt him approach her and she felt the hands that he laid upon her bare shoulders--one on each side of her neck.

She closed her eyes as he put his face down to hers and kissed her on the mouth--not with rapturous, passionate lips, but still with warm and trembling lips.

She did not know where the kiss ended, she did not know when his hands were taken off her shoulders.

She kept her eyes closed and her mouth sealed.
She did not even give him a farewell kiss.
When she opened her eyes she found herself alone in the room.
And then there came to her ears the sound of the double whistle for a hansom.

She stood silently there listening to the driving up of the vehicle--she even heard the sound of the closing of the apron and then the tinkling of the horse's bells dwindling into the distance.
A sense of loneliness came to her that was overwhelming in its force.
"Fool! fool! fool!" she cried, through her set teeth.