"I am glad on't," said he.

"'Twill make my going the easier." "I mean not that," she cried, and held out her hands to him.

"I meant not what you think--you know, you know what 'twas I meant.

You know--you must--what impulse brought me to you in this hour, when I knew you must need comfort.

And in return how cruel, were you not--to tell me that yonder lay buried the only living being that--that loved you ?" His fingers were clenched upon her arm.