But she has not said she wished to see me.

I gave my word.

I shall never see her again unless she asks me to come.

She does not need me.

She has Donal." "What do you believe ?" she asked.
"What do _you_ believe ?" he replied.
After a moment of speculative gravity came her reply.
"As without proof I believed in the marriage, so without proof I believe that in some mysterious way he comes to her--God be thanked!" "So do I," said Coombe.