Eight o’clock
I have n't got to say good-bye to you yet , but I 'm going to take a quiet farewell of the Pheasantry . We 've had some jolly good talks , you and I , sitting on this seat , have n't we ? And I know , as well as I know anything , that this is the last of them . Eight o'clock to-night , as punctually as possible . '' She watched his retreating figure with eyes that grew slowly misty ; he had been such a jolly comely boy-friend , and they had had such good times together . The mist deepened on her lashes as she looked round at the familiar rendezvous where they had so often kept tryst since the day when they had first come there together , he a schoolboy and she but lately out of her teens . For the moment she felt herself in the thrall of a very real sorrow .