"Yes, I see," he returned slowly, "and all the expense and trouble would be for me.

Don't I know your generosity, Elizabeth," in a choked voice.

"But it is too much--I cannot do it.
Don't you know, darling--don't we both know--that nothing really matters?
Ventnor will do me no good.

Let me bide where I am," and David's voice was pathetic in its pleading--"let me die in this dear old cottage." "No, no," returned Elizabeth, bursting into tears.

"David, how can you be so cruel! Surely you wish to stay longer with me! Why need we be parted yet! Think of it, dear--that it is for my sake, and your father's and Theo's.