"I saw in a newspaper that you were going to Tintagel for the summer.

I had been longing to see you again--to see you, while unseen myself so I came hither." "My dear Madaline, to what purpose ?" he asked, sadly.
"I felt that if I did not look upon your face I should die--that I could live no longer without seeing you.

Such a terrible fever seemed to be burning my very life away.

My heart yearned for the touch of your hand.
So I came.

You are not angry that I came ?" "No, not angry; but, my darling, it will be harder for us to part." "I have been here in Tintagel for two whole days," she continued.