She packed her bags and sent them up to the station; she settled her bill; she slipped a reward into Hilde’s hand; she said au revoir to the Misses Whitney, reminding them that it was only that and not farewell, since they must still consider a visit to the Commonwealth. And she went out to Jan Luknit.In the Australian manner she did not say “goodbye”. She put her hand in his, gave it a firm grasp, smiled “Good luck until I see you,” then came back to the hotel.At the top of the steps she turned and waved to him.He stood very still looking after her. Then he straightened up and waved back.Afterwards Cary was to regret her choice of words because of Jan’s interpretation, but just then they meant nothing at all to her other than her parting gesture; they meant as much as had that kiss she had thrown to him from the chairlift ascending the Horn.Not looking back, she ran inside.She left Mungen at five that evening, and from then on it was the usual confused dream of foreign place-names—Spiez, Berne, Basle, Calais, then at last Boulogne, and waiting to take them to Folkestone the Maid of Orleans.There was a raw wind blowing and the crossing was rough, but Cary did not notice.At Victoria Station she waited to pass the Customs under a notice telling her she must not bring any Musk-rats, Parrots or Snuff.“I only brought a ruby-red sweater,”
