"Thee is going at once to England ?" he asked.
"To-morrow to Alexandria.

There is a steamer next day for Marseilles.

In a fortnight more I shall be in England." "Thee must forget Egypt," he said.

"Remembrance is not a thing of the will," she answered.
"It is thy duty to forget.

Thee is young, and it is spring with thee.
Spring should be in thy heart.