"So you are ready," she said.
Waldo looked at her with sudden heaviness; the exhilaration died out of his
heart. Her grey dressing-gown hung close about her, and below its edge the
little bare feet were resting on the threshold.
"I wonder when we shall meet again, Waldo? What you will be, and what I?"
"Will you write to me?" he asked of her.
"Yes; and if I should not, you can still remember, wherever you are, that
you are not alone."
"I have left Doss for you," he said.
"Will you not miss him?"
"No; I want you to have him. He loves you better than he loves me."
"Thank you." They stood quiet.
"Good-bye!" she said, putting her little hand in his, and he turned away;
but when he reached the door she called to him: "Come back, I want to kiss
you." She drew his face down to hers, and held it with both hands, and
kissed it on the forehead and mouth. "Good-bye, dear!"
When he looked back the little figure with its beautiful eyes was standing
in the doorway still.
Chapter 2.VIII. The Kopje.
"Good morning!"
Em, who was in the storeroom measuring the Kaffer's rations, looked up and
saw her former lover standing betwixt her and the sunshine. For some days
after that evening on which he had ridden home whistling he had shunned
her. She might wish to enter into explanations, and he, Gregory Rose, was
not the man for that kind of thing.
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