I shall never forget it -- nor will Ernest.

Ernest thought he would stand in the way of our marriage, but he did not.

He said I must choose for myself, as he had done when he married my dearest mother; that I had been a good girl to him, and a good daughter would make a good wife; also that a good wife would not cease to be a good daughter because she was married-- especially living close at hand, as we shall always live: Ernest has promised it.
"Thus, you see, nobody I love will lose me at all, nor shall I forget them: I should hate myself if it were possible.

I shall be none the less a daughter to my father--none the less a friend to you.

I will never, never forget you, my dear!" (here the writing became blurred, as if large drops had fallen on the paper while she wrote.) "It is twelve o'clock, and I must bid you good-night--and God bless you ever and ever! The last time I sign my dear old name (except once) is thus to you.
"Your faithful and loving friend, "Helen Cardross." Thus she had written, and thus he sat and read--these two, who had been and were so dear to one another.