She forgot that I must suffer in her wish to punish you.

I shall leave her to Heaven." "And I," he said, "will do the same; voluntarily I will never see her or speak to her again." There remained for him only to say farewell.

He took her little white hand; it was as cold as death.
"Farewell, my love," he said--"farewell!" He kissed her face with slow, sweet reverence, as he would have kissed the face of a dead woman whom he loved; and then he was gone.
Like one in a dream, she heard the wheel of a carriage rolling away.

She stretched out her hands with a faint cry.
"Norman--my husband--my love!" she called; but from the deep silence of the night there came no response.

He was gone.
Madaline passed the night in watching the silent skies.