I answered: "Nothing--nothing." She stopped me as I was going into my room, and said: "Smooth your hair a bit, and put your collar straight.

There's a gentleman in there waiting for you." My heart gave one great bound: I knew who it was in an instant, and rushed into the room like a mad woman.
"Oh, Robert, Robert!" All my heart went out to him in those two little words.
"Good God, Anne, has anything happened?
Are you ill ?" "Mary! my poor, lost, murdered, dear, dear Mary!" That was all I could say before I fell on his breast.
May 2d.

Misfortunes and disappointments have saddened him a little, but toward me he is unaltered.

He is as good, as kind, as gently and truly affectionate as ever.

I believe no other man in the world could have listened to the story of Mary's death with such tenderness and pity as he.