But you--you look as if you had not slept.' 'You will not leave me this morning, before I go, Rose?
Oh, my darling! this that you do for me is the work of an angel-nothing less! I have been a coward.

And my beloved! to feel vile is agony to me--it makes me feel unworthy of the hand I press.

Now all is clear between us.

I go: I am forgiven.' Rose repeated his last words, and then added hurriedly: 'All is clear between us?
Shall I speak to Mama this morning?
Dear Evan! it will be right that I should.' For the moment he could not understand why, but supposing a scrupulous honesty in her, said: 'Yes, tell Lady Jocelyn all.' 'And then, Evan, you will never need to go.' They separated.

The deep-toned sentence sang in Evan's heart.