they had a new aspect that morning. Even the cocks, seen in the light of
parting, had a peculiar interest, and he listened with conscious attention
while one crowed clear and loud as it stood on the pigsty wall. He wished
good morning softly to the Kaffer woman who was coming up from the huts to
light the fire. He was leaving them all to that old life, and from his
height he looked down on them pityingly. So they would keep on crowing,
and coming to light fires, when for him that old colourless existence was
but a dream.

He went into the house to say good-bye to Em, and then he walked to the
door of Lyndall's room to wake her; but she was up, and standing in the
doorway.

"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?"