It would be a desperate, melancholy kind of pleasure.

Anything is better than the idea of losing sight of you for ever--of leaving this room to-day never to look upon your face again." He wrote Jacob Nowell's address upon one of his own cards, and gave it to Marian; and then prepared to take his departure.

He had an idea that the bailiff's daughter would conduct him to the gate, and that he would be able to make some inquiries about Mr.Holbrook on his way.

It is possible that Marian guessed his intentions in this respect; for she offered to go with him to the gate herself; and he could not with any decency refuse to be so honoured.
They went through the hall together, where all was as still and lifeless as it had been when he arrived, and walked slowly side by side along the broad garden-path in utter silence.

At the gate Gilbert stopped suddenly, and gave Marian his hand.
"My darling," he said, "I forgive you with all my heart; and I will pray for your happiness." "Will you try to forgive my husband also ?" she asked in her plaintive beseeching way.
"I do not know what I am capable of in that direction.