I stood up as he came to me, and held by the railing.
"I want you to go up to the house," he said, gently, "there can be no good in your staying here." "I will stay," I cried, everything coming back to me.

"I will--will see him." "There is no hope, Pauline," he said, in a quick voice, for the boat was very near the bank, "or very little--and you must not stay.

Everything shall be done that can be done.

I will do all.

But you must not stay." "I will," I said, frantically, trying to burst past him.