He took her in his arms, so worn, so wasted, so sad; wan as the fluttering snow without.

All his man's heart overflowed with infinite love and pity as he held that frail form in his strong clasp.
"Dear Everard, I have been so ill and so lonely; I wanted you so much!" He drew her to him as if he would never let her go again.
"If I could only be with you always, my darling.

It is cruel to keep us apart for a year." "It was poor papa's wish, Everard." Presently madame came in, and there were lights, and bustle, and separation.

Mme.

Hunsden must not remain too long, must not excite herself.