'Alaric, Alaric, my husband! my love, my best, my own, my only love!' 'I cannot say much now, Gertrude, but I know how good you are; you will come and see me, if they will let you, won't you ?' 'See you!' said she, starting back, but still holding him and looking up earnestly into his face.

'See you!' and then she poured out her love with all the passion of a Ruth: '"Whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge....
Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me." See you, Alaric; oh, it cannot be that they will hinder the wife from being with her husband.

But, Alaric,' she went on, 'do not droop now, love--will you ?' 'I cannot brazen it out,' said he.

'I know too well what it is that I have done.' 'No, not that, Alaric; I would not have that.

But remember, all is not over, whatever they may do.