Dear Elizabeth, be true to yourself as you have been true to me, and may God bless and reward you for all your goodness to me and mine!" David spoke with strange solemnity, for, though neither of them guessed it then, this was their last farewell before the parting of the ways.
The evening passed tranquilly.

Elizabeth seemed less dejected, but her head ached, and she sat silently beside David, while Mr.Carlyon went on with the book they were reading.

Once, when there was a pause, she looked up and saw David's rapt gaze fixed on the sunset, while a look of almost unearthly beauty seemed to transform his emaciated features.
She would have spoken to him; but he made a gesture as though for silence, and again that awful sense of separation seemed to pass between them.

Mr.Carlyon put down his book, and looked too at the wondrous pageant of the sea and sky.

"The bridegroom has run his race," murmured David in a strange voice.