I don't want to go.

Perhaps that is why I have been such poor company today.

I have a presentiment of evil I am afraid I may never come back." "I am sorry you must go." "Do you really mean that ?" asked Alfred, earnestly, bending toward her "You know it is a very dangerous undertaking.

Would you care if I never returned ?" She looked up and their eyes met.

She had raised her head haughtily, as if questioning his right to speak to her in that manner, but as she saw the unspoken appeal in his eyes her own wavered and fell while a warm color crept into her cheek.
"Yes, I would be sorry," she said, gravely.