What consolation is there left to me on earth when you are gone." "Speak not so despairingly" she answered, "It were better that I should die than live with a burning conscience.

My husband, the act for which I have been tried, still haunts me, for here on earth it will ever be a reproach, while in Heaven, the sin I committed will be forgiven through the intercession of a divine Savior." "Perish the remembrance of that act!" answered her husband.

"To me my darling wife it can make no difference, for I regret only the necessity which impelled you to do it, and not the act.

Live, oh my wife, live and your fair fame shall never suffer, while your husband is able to shield you from the reproaches of the world.

Though the proud may affect to scorn you, those in whose hearts beats a single touch of generosity will forgive and forget it, and if even they do not, in the happiness of my unfaltering affections, the opinions of the world, can be easily disregarded." "It cannot be" she answered, "I am dying Alfred, and before many hours, the spirit will be resting in heaven.