"But now, as I say, you have the chance to make me miserable if you choose; but I've come to ask you not to, although if you do, I dare say I can live it down." He looked at her bewildered.

A few moments since and all the joy bells of his life had been a-chime; they were still ringing, but jangling confusedly out of tune, and--now she was asking him to conceal the cause of his joy, that he had found her.

He could not understand fully; his mind would not clear itself.
"I won't do anything to make you miserable, Sissy," he said, faintly.
"You won't tell that you've seen me, or who I am, or anything ?" she insisted, half pleading, half threatening.
He turned his face from her to hide the ghastly faintness that was coming over him.

"I--I oughtn't to have tried to keep you, when I did," he said.
"No, you oughtn't to," she assented, quickly.
"And I won't speak of you now, if that's what you want." "Thank you," she said, wondering what had made him turn his back to her.
"You aren't very ill, are you, Mr.Bates ?" "No--you--I only can't get my breath.

You'd better go, perhaps." "Yes, I think I had," she replied.
And she went..