It is well with him as with yours.

They are happy.

And we--have a common sorrow, love!" "I did not know--I did not know.

No one told me," murmured Salome, as she dropped her face on her open hands, and cried like a child.
"Every one wished to spare you, my sweet girl, as long as possible.

Yet I _did_ think, they had told you of my father's departure, else I had not alluded to it so suddenly.