He saw the struggle, and awaited the result.

A brief interval sufficed to restore a degree of self-possession.
"I have nothing then to hope ?" said the young man.

His tones were evenly balanced.
"Too late! Too late!" she answered, in a hoarse voice.

"The cup is dashed to pieces at my feet, and the precious wine spilled!" "Oh, speak not thus! Recall the words!" exclaimed Hendrickson, reaching out his hands towards her.
But she moved back a pace or two repeating the sentence-- "Too late! Too late!" "It is never too late!" urged the now almost desperate lover, advancing towards the maiden.
But retreating from him she answered in a warning voice-- "Touch me not! I am already pledged to another!" "Impossible! Oh, light of my life!" "Sir! tempt me not!" she said interrupting him, "I have said it was too late! And now leave me.

Go seek another to walk beside you in life's pleasant ways.