"I must be on land again to-morrow.

Must I go without one sign that you care for me ?" She bent her forehead slowly towards him, and he kissed it, and she then immediately left him.
"Good-night, my beloved one!" he whispered after her.
Elizabeth lay for a long while awake.

She would have given anything to have been able to cry, but the tears would not come; and she felt as if she was freezing internally.

When at last she did fall asleep, it was not of him she dreamt, but of Salve--the whole time of Salve.

She saw him gazing at her with that earnest face--it was so heavy with grief, and she stood like a criminal before him.