And to-morrow, you and I will be far away from this place--together, and never to part again.

Wait here for me, my love; I shall not be long away.

But on your life, do not stir, or speak, or scarcely breathe until you see me again." "How long will you be gone ?" "Perhaps an hour.

Perhaps two hours.

You can be patient ?" "Ay, I can be patient." Here the low, whispering voice ceased.