"But we shall meet again.

Oh, I couldn't bear to think that we shall not meet again soon.
You will come--will you come to the Hall ?" He knit his brows.
"I can't, dearest; I can't.

Don't ask me why.

God knows I want to tell you everything; but--but presently.

You can trust me, Celia ?" "I'd trust you with my life, with all that there is of me," she said, with a simplicity that made him catch her to him.
"You must trust me, for the present," he said.