I am going,' he added slowly, looking far into the deep wonder of her bright dark eyes, 'abroad.' 'Abroad, Martin!' 'Only to America.

See now.

How you droop directly!' 'If I do, or, I hope I may say, if I did,' she answered, raising her head after a short silence, and looking once more into his face, 'it was for grief to think of what you are resolved to undergo for me.

I would not venture to dissuade you, Martin; but it is a long, long distance; there is a wide ocean to be crossed; illness and want are sad calamities in any place, but in a foreign country dreadful to endure.

Have you thought of all this ?' 'Thought of it!' cried Martin, abating, in his fondness--and he WAS very fond of her--hardly an iota of his usual impetuosity.