These were the same words that she had heard from Harwood a few days before and that had caused her to smile. But now the hand Markham was not holding was pressed against her heart. Now she knew all. There was no mystery between them. She knew why her heart became still after beating tumultuously for a few seconds; and he, though he had not designed the words with the same object that Harwood had, and though he spoke them without the same careful observance of their effect, in another instant had seen what was in the girl's heart. “To say good-bye?” she repeated mechanically. “For a time, yes; for a long time it will seem to me--for a month.” He saw the faint smile that came to her face, and how her lips parted as a little sigh of relief passed through them. “For a month?” she said, and now she was speaking in her own voice, and sitting down. “A month is not a long time to say good-bye for, Mr. Markham. But I am so sorry that papa is gone out for his ride on The Flats.” “I am fortunate in finding even you here, then,” he said. “Fortunate! Yes,” she said. “But where do you mean to spend this month?” she continued, feeling that he was now nothing more than a visitor. “It is very ridiculous--very foolish,” he replied. “I promised, you know, to act in some entertainment Miss Vincent has been getting up, and only yesterday her father received orders to proceed to Natal; but as all the fellows who had promised her to act are in the company of the Bayonetteers that has also been ordered off, no difference will be made in her arrangements, only that the performance will take place at Pietermaritzburg instead of at Cape Town. But she is so unreasonable as to refuse to release me from my promise, and I am bound to go with them.” “It is a compliment to value your services so highly, is it not?” “I would be glad to sacrifice all the gratification I find from thinking so for the sake of being released. She is both absurd and unreasonable.” “So it would certainly strike any one hearing only of this,” said Daireen. “But it will only be for a month, and you will see the place.” “I would rather remain seeing this place,” he said. “Seeing that hill above us.” She flushed as though he had told her in those words that he was aware of how often she had been looking up to that slope since they had been there together---- There was a long pause, through which the voices and laughter of the women at the river-bank were heard. “Daireen,” said the man, who stood up bareheaded before her. “Daireen, that hour we sat up there upon that slope has changed all my thoughts of life. I tell you the life which you restored to me a month ago I had ceased to regard as a gift. I had come to hope that it would end speedily. You cannot know how wretched I was.” “And now?” she said, looking up to him. “And now?”