And, Charley, I love you also.

That it is that I want to tell you.

I love you so well that I cannot go away from this world in peace without wishing you farewell.

Charley, if you love me, you will think of me when I am gone; and then for my sake you will be steady.' Here were all her old words over again--'You will be steady, won't you, Charley?
I know you will be steady, now.' How much must she have thought of him! How often must his career have caused her misery and pain! How laden must that innocent bosom have been with anxiety on his account! He had promised her then that he would reform; but he had broken his promise.

He now promised her again, but how could he hope that she would believe him?
'You know how ill I am, don't you?
You know that I am dying, Charley ?' Charley of course declared that he still hoped that she would recover.
'If I thought so,' said she, 'I should not say what I am now saying; but I feel that I may tell the truth.