Half-involuntarily she sank down on the bank in the very spot where Malcolm had picked the honeysuckle.

She knew what it was to be tired now--for the moment she felt weak and powerless as a little child.
Over and over again she repeated dumbly Mr.Carlyon's words.

How could she doubt that David had spoken them when he had tried with loving unselfishness to say them to her! Would she ever forget the tender solemnity of his manner ?-- "Elizabeth, life is long as you say, and your great loving heart must not remain unsatisfied.

Do not mourn for me too long--do not refuse comfort that may be offered to you, if you can be happy, dear;" but she had stopped him, and he could say no more.

Truly, as his father had said, "living or dying she had been his one thought." "Oh, how good you were to me, David!" she whispered.
She rose and paced restlessly to and fro, while a bright-eyed robin watched her from a hazel twig; for other words besides David's were haunting her, and had been haunting her for two years, thought she had vainly tried to forget them.