And don't delay it, Mr.Fitzgerald.Will you send the papers next week ?" "I see you have no confidence in me," replied he, sadly.

Then, suddenly dropping on his knees beside her, he exclaimed, "O Rosa, don't call me Mr.again.Do call me Gerald once more! Do say you forgive me!" She drew back a little, but answered very gently: "I do forgive you, and I hope your innocent little wife will never regret having loved you; for that is a very bitter trial.

I sincerely wish you may be happy; and you may rest assured I shall not attempt to interfere with your happiness.

But I am not strong enough to talk much.

Please promise to send those papers next week." He made the promise, with averted head and a voice that was slightly tremulous.
"I thank you," she replied; "but I am much fatigued, and will bid you good morning." She rose to leave the room, but turned back and added, with solemn earnestness, "I think it will be a consolation on your death-bed if you do not neglect to fulfil Rosa's last request." She passed into the adjoining room, fastened the door, and threw herself on the couch, utterly exhausted.