He helped Jack to saddle his horse.

He found a sad pleasure in coming so close to him.

Once their cheeks touched, and the touch brought the tears to his eyes and sent he blood to his heart.
With his hand on the saddle, Jack paused and said, softly, "Father, dear, tell mi madre my last look at the house, my last thought in leaving it, was for her.

She would not kiss me or bless me last night.
Ask her to kiss you for me," and then the lad broke fairly down.

The moment had come in which love could find no utterance, and must act.