"He had many faults I know, still I loved him." "It is the lot of life, Heda, that we should lose what we love.
Be thankful, therefore, that you have some one left to love." "Yes, thank God! that's true.

If it had been him--no, it's wicked to say that." Then I told her the story, and while I was doing so, Anscombe joined us, walking by aid of his stick.

Also I showed them both Marnham's letter to me and the will, but the other bit of paper I did not speak of or show.
She sat very pale and quiet and listened till I had done.

Then she said-- "I should like to see him." "Perhaps it is as well," I answered.

"If you can bear it, come at once, and do you come also, Anscombe." We went to the room, Anscombe and Heda holding each other by the hand.