He put her from him with many tender words, and smoothed her hair and kissed her forehead, as though to chide her while he blessed her for so much love.

But her dread increased, and she held to him like a child to its mother's robe.
And at last, when he unloosed her hands and pushed them away as if in anger, and after that laughed lightly as if to tell her that he knew her meaning yet had no fear, her trouble rose to a storm and she fell to a fit of weeping.
"Tut! tut! what is this ?" he said.

"I will be back to-morrow.

Do you hear, my child ?--tomorrow! At sunset to-morrow." When he was gone, the terror that had so suddenly possessed her seemed to increase.

Her face was red, her mouth was dry, her eyelids quivered, and her hands were restless.