Nine o'clock struck, and she never moved.
Then she began to picture Walter's face of disappointment and his unhappiness.

At ten minutes past nine she tied a handkerchief round her head and went.
There he was at the gate, pale and agitated.

He did not give her time to scold him.
"Pray forgive me," he said; "but I saw no other way.

It is all over, Mary, unless you love me as I love you." "Don't begin by doubting me," she said.

"Tell me, dear." "It is soon told.