He would have given much to take her into his arms, and kissing her, bid her stay.
"You remember the old song, Madaline?
"'I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.' If I could be false to the dead, Madaline, I should be untrue to the living.

That I am not so is your security for my faith.

If I could be false to the traditions of my race, I could be false to my vows of love." "I can say no more--I can urge no more.

You are a man--wise, strong, brave.

I submit." It was a cruel fate.