I saw myself alone--thee in Egypt and I here, and none of our blood and name beside me.

For we are the last, Davy, the last of the Claridges.

But I said coldly, and with what was near to anger, that he should link his name and fate with that of Luke Claridge: "Which of ye two goes first is God's will, and according to His wisdom.

Which, think thee," added I--and now I cannot forgive myself for saying it--"which, think thee, would do least harm in going ?" "I know which would do most good," he answered, with a harsh laugh in his throat.

Yet his blue eyes looked kindly at me, and now he began to nod pleasantly.