The heart goes its own way, and loves where it must.

She is an angel, and to-night I am a poor beaten and weary mortal.

I thank you again, both of you, and wish you good-night.' And off he goes before a man could say Jack Robinson! Those were his very words, weren't they, Edward ?" "Yes," answered Edward.

"He is a brave and gallant gentleman, Jacqueline.

I love you, child, more than my old tongue can say.