But Miss Pigot shook her head. "That is not true," she said. "It is not the end. Something tells me it is not. I know in my heart that whatever happens he will always come back to you"
Maria shook her head and, smiling, tried to hide her unhappiness, trying foolishly—for how could she hide her feelings from the faithful Pig?—to pretend she did not care.
But in her heart she believed it, too. She was his wife. The bond between them would never be severed while they lived.
It was not the end. He would come back to her.