He might go from her sight, she might never, never see him more, but love him she always must.

And he was married! Well, it was her misfortune; it could not affect the solemn truth.
What should she do now, how should she endure her life when her eyes no longer saw his eyes, and her ears never heard his voice?
She saw the future stretch itself before her as a vision.

She saw herself forgotten by this man whom she loved, or from time to time remembered only with a faint regret.

She saw herself growing slowly old, her beauty fading yearly from her face and form, companioned only by the love that grows not old.

Oh, it was bitter, bitter! and yet she would not have it otherwise.