But the right to love, Heaven gave me when my soul was created to make one with hers.

I will keep myself pure that I may remain worthy of her." On the evening of the next day Hendrickson arrived at Newport.
Almost the first man he encountered was Dexter.
"How is Mrs.Dexter ?" he asked, forgetting in his anxiety and suspense the relation he bore to this man.

His eager inquiry met a cold response accompanied by a scowl.
"I am not aware that you have any particular interest in Mrs.
Dexter!" And the angry husband turned from him abruptly.
"How unfortunate!" Hendrickson said to himself as he passed.
At the office he put the same inquiry.
"Very ill," was the answer.
"Is she thought to be dangerous ?" "I believe so." Beyond this he gained no further intelligence from the clerk.

A little while afterwards he saw Mrs.Florence in one of the parlors, and joined her immediately.

From her he learned that Mrs.Dexter remained wholly unconscious, but that the physicians regarded her symptoms as favorable.
"Do they think her out of danger ?" he asked, with more interest in his manner than he wished to betray.
"Yes." He could scarcely withhold an exclamation.
"What do you think, madam ?" he inquired.
"I cannot see deeper than a physician," she answered.