She thought of the lonely cottage at Fornside, and of him who should live there.

Ralph divined the thought that was written in her face.
"Get him to come here if you can," he said.

"He could help Willy with the farm." "He would not come," she said.

"I'm afraid he would not." "Then neither will he return to Fornside.

Promise me that while she lives--it can't be long, Rotha, it may be but too short--promise me that you'll make this house your home." "My first duty is to him," said Rotha with her hand to her eyes.
"True--that's true," said Ralph; and the sense that two homes were made desolate silenced him with something that stole upon him like stifling shame.