'The son must never forsake the father,' said she.

'If either of us must leave the house this day, let it be I.' Then in a softer tone, 'When you asked me to be your wife, I who had worshipped you from the moment you entered my father's house on the memorable night I left it, was so overcome at your condescension that I forgot you did not preface it by the usual passionate, 'I love you,' which more than the marriage ring binds two hearts together.

In the glamour and glow of my joy, I did not see that the smile that was in my heart, was missing from your face.

I was to be your wife and that was enough, or so I thought then, for I loved you.

Ah, and I do now, my husband, love you so that I leave you.