Remember I shan't see you for three months.

I may come back in September.

Can't I send you something--do something that you'd like?
I count on you to ask me at any time if there's anything in the world I could do for you, no matter what!' No woman could help being really pleased at such whole-hearted devotion and such Bluebeard-like views--especially when they were not going to be carried out.

Edith was thrilled by the passionate emotion she felt near her.

How cold it would be when he had gone! He _was_ nice, handsome, clever--a darling! 'Don't forget me, Aylmer.