Then Gerard was anxious, and would seek assistance.

But she held him with a gentle grasp, and implored him not to leave her for a moment.
"While I can lay my hand on you, I feel you are safe, not else.

Foolish Gerard! nothing ails me.

I am weak, dearest, but happy, oh! so happy!" Then it was Gerard's turn to support that dear head, with its great waves of hair flowing loose over him, and nurse her, and soothe her, quivering on his bosom, with soft encouraging words and murmurs of love, and gentle caresses.

Sweetest of all her charms is a woman's weakness to a manly heart.
Poor things! they were happy.