The faintness lasted only for a few moments; she once more gazed at him with the eyes of infinite sadness.
'It is so hard to bear happiness,' were her first words.
'My dearest, you are weak and worn with trouble.

Oh, we will soon leave that far behind us.

Are you better, my lily?
Only give me your hands to hold, and I will be very still.

Your hands are so light; they weigh no more than leaves.

Do you suffer, dear ?' 'A little pain--there;' she touched her heart.
Wilfrid looked into her face anxiously.
'Have you often that pain ?' 'No, not often.