"Good-bye, Eleanor!" he said when the time came to catch the train to
Belfast.
"Good-bye, John!"
He took hold of her hand and waited for her to offer her lips to him,
but she did not offer them.
"If you change your mind," he said, but she interrupted him quickly.
"I shan't change my mind," she said.
"Very well. Good-bye!"
She did not speak. She was afraid to speak.
"Well, good-bye again!" he said.
He turned to his mother. Her eyes were very bright, but there were no
tears in them. She looked steadily at him.
"It's a pity," she said.
Her hand sought Eleanor's and pressed it. "We must all do what's for
the best," she said. "None of us can do any more!"