We shall swear tacitly to each other, not to love, but to conquer love.

Believe me, sir, I am not selfish in this prayer; an instinct, the intuition which human grief has into the secrets of human grief, assures me that that which I ask is the best consolation you can afford to Susan.

You own she is ill,--suffering.

Are not your fears for her very life--O Heaven?
for her very life--gravely awakened?
And yet you see we have been silent to each other! Can speech be more fatal in its results than silence?
Oh, for her sake, hear me!" The good man's tears fell fast.

His scruples were shaken; there was truth in what Mainwaring urged.