The tears streamed over his face.
"Richard! dear Richard!" he said.

"Remember--and forgive me." Richard neither heeded nor heard him.

His dim eyes still looked across the room at Clara and Frank.
"I have made _her_ happy!" he murmured.

"I may lay down my weary head now on the mother earth that hushes all her children to rest at last.
Sink, heart! sink, sink to rest! Oh, look at them!" he said to Crayford, with a burst of grief.

"They have forgotten _me_ already." It was true! The interest was all with the two lovers.