A stone fell as she looked, making a sepulchral echo.

What a place to hide one's sorrow in! No one would think of looking there.

Antony might think she had gone away, or he might drag the three black ponds, but here it was unlikely any one would come.

And in a little while--a very little while--Antony would forget, or sometimes make himself happy with his unhappiness.
Ah! but Wonder! No, if Antony needed her no more, Wonder did.

She must stay for Wonder's sake.